She buried her hands in his hair, sinking her hands into him, pushing his face in tandem with her need to strum her to the next level—
“Oh, Jensen!” she murmured, f*****g his tongue, which licked her, hard, dead center on her nub. His tongue opened up, hot flesh on hers, as he gave her focused and expansive flesh play.
Two different sensations tipped her completely over as every muscle tensed, her dripping hole clinging to his finger, riding his face like a stallion, his tongue working hard to keep her frenzy going.
“There! Oh Right there, Jensen” she groaned, hands curling into fists of o****m, body flailing as she murmured over and over, “Oh, God! Oh, God!” She wasn't one bit self-conscious. He made her not care at all. He didn't flirt a bit with her c**t, but engaged so fully. So, u
