I couldn't stop the sounds spilling from my lips. Didn't want to.
Every flick of his tongue, every time he sucked my c**t between his lips and hummed, sent me higher. My hips moved on their own, grinding against his face. I needed this. I f*****g needed this.
He pulled back just enough to say, “Touch yourself.”
I didn’t need to be told twice.
Panting, my hand went over my breasts, my eyes on his hands on my thigh. He was gonna leave a bruise with how hard he was gripping but I liked how he kept me down.
I pulled on my n****e, a pained euphoric gasp falling from my mouth before I started feeling his fingers sliding in.
Two. Just two. And my world blurred at the edges.
I could feel them sliding in me, taking their time, then he began sucking on c**t and moved faster. And faster.
