36: A warm, moist trail
Her nails were threatening to snap off as she clawed at her sides, scraping the metallic wall. She was holding so much in and the anticipation was only going to drive her insane soon.
When his tongue left a hot, moist trace on her inner thigh, she sucked a breath in and braced herself. She knew she was in for a wild ride, it was never anything less than when it comes to him, but she still had no idea what to expect exactly. The memory of the sensation had become just a memory that she has been craving for weeks.
He stopped right when he was where she wanted him and moved to her other thigh. When he did it again, she dug her fingers into his hair and lead him to her core.
"Promise me one thing." He kissed her c**t, making her gasp and bite her bottom lip.
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