I didn't know how he did it, but he removed his index finger, leaving the other two inside me, still f*****g me. Then, his index and my thumb clamped hard on my extra sensitive c**t, making me burst into millions of tiny pleasure shards.
I almost slipped to the floor, but he held me tight with one hand till I was done shaking.
He went down on his knees, forcing my legs apart and putting his head on my p***y.
"Havoc, I'm sensitive." It was too late crying 'cause his tongue was licking up my folds.
"Hold steady, woman." He groaned, his breath fanning on my p***y lips, his light stubble tickling the inside of my thighs.
I placed my hand so hard on the table that my palms began to hurt.
"Your hands on my shoulder, Serena." He ordered from under me.
I obeyed him, my mind a bit hazy.
