He hooks one of my legs over his shoulder and the angle opens me up to him and he uses it, his tongue pushing inside me and curling forward against that spot that makes my whole body clench before sliding back up to my c**t in long strokes that my hips chase without permission.
His hands grip my thighs hard enough that I can feel individual fingers pressing bruises into my skin, and he’s holding me in place because my legs have stopped being structurally relevant and I’m gripping his hair with both hands and the sounds coming out of me are loud enough that I should care about my mom hearing them from down the hall but I don’t care because Knox’s tongue is flicking against my c**t now in rapid strokes that send sparks up my spine on every pass.
He seals his mouth around my c**t and sucks
