He grips my hips harder, his fingers digging in just enough to make me gasp as he forces me down.
“I said sit,” he murmurs, voice low and steady beneath me. “Not hover.”
His hand comes down sharply against my ass, and I whimper at the sting, my body reacting instantly.
I drop my weight onto him.
And he doesn’t waste a second.
His tongue slides through my slit immediately, slow at first—then deeper—pushing into my already sensitive hole before pulling back out again, dragging along everything, licking up every bit of wetness and c*m.
My breath shudders.
His mouth moves again—back and forth, deliberate, thorough—like he’s taking his time with it, like he’s not missing a single reaction.
A quiet groan vibrates against me.
He’s enjoying this... really enjoying this.
My nails dig into
