His thumb finds my c**t, and he looks up through wet lashes, replacing his thumb with his mouth. I widen my stance, placing one foot on the ledge of the shower to spread myself open for him.
"Uh~ Rare!" I scream as I feel a strange sensation down there.
He runs his tongue along every inch of me, so slow and torturous that I can barely stand it. Every once in a while, he stops to lick his lips and wipe the water from his face, and I can’t help but notice how beautiful this man truly is.
Oh, this Greek god!
His tongue starts to work faster as his finger slips between my cheeks and brushes over it. I stiffen up, not used to feeling anything back there. "Rare.." I moan his name.
He sucks my c**t into his mouth and slowly eases the tip of his finger into me, being sure not to give me more
