EMILY
It did feel funny to see him have my legs pushed apart, his tongue licking on my vulva area, ushering in sensations I didn't even know existed. It felt awkward and rather silly at first, but then, it started to feel good. Like damn good. His tongue was hitting somewhere, somehow— and it felt just right.
“You like that?” he expressed, biting on his lower lip as he stared down at me. “You like that, don't you? You do, don't you?“ Pulling me up and firmly guiding me to be on all fours, he dipped two of his fingers into me, turning them inside me, bringing his fingers out to lubricate them with his saliva, and then he began to do what I decided to call ‘finger-f*****g'.
Now, who said witches couldn't make heaven?
“It's going in now,” even before the words left his lips, the tip of hi
