Nyla
Ezekiel leaned down, his broad shoulders settling between my thighs. He looked up at me one last time, eyes dark with hunger, before lowering his head.
The first touch of his tongue against my folds made me gasp sharply. He licked me slowly from entrance to c**t, savoring me like a man starved. A deep, guttural groan vibrated against my p***y as he tasted me.
“Oh my God…” I whimpered, my hands flying to his hair.
He didn’t hold back. He devoured me — licking, sucking, and kissing every inch of my soaked p***y like it was his favorite meal. His tongue circled my c**t with firm, deliberate strokes, then flattened to lick broad stripes up and down my slit. When he sucked my c**t into his mouth, my back arched off the bed, a loud, broken moan tearing from my throat.
“Ezekiel—!” I cri
