“Chase?” she whimpered.
“I want to taste you, Bay. Let me?”
She couldn't speak to answer, so he took the initiative, running his tongue along the wet length of her s*x. Every inch of his slow progress felt amazing, and then he reached the top, finding a little knot of such exquisite sensitivity, she had to bite her lip hard to keep from screaming.
“You're tense again,” he said sadly. “Do you need another massage, Bay?”
Not waiting for a response, he began to manipulate her c******s with his tongue, first stimulating with the tip, then soothing with the flat. One and then two fingers invaded her, rubbing deep inside. Baylee squirmed, but not to escape. Now she wanted the o****m Chase was bringing her. Wanted it and reached for it, her muscles locking, her breath catching in helpless lit
