“No,” she said, her voice an agony. “Not again ...”
My lips closed around her c******s as I stabbed it with my tongue. She jolted as if electrocuted.
“AhhhHHHHHH!” She bucked against my face, her fists yanking at handfuls of my hair. I moved one hand to her tummy, just above her landing strip and directly opposite my fingertips inside her, then vibrated that hand inside her, pulling that special wrinkly, pebbly, leathery spot inside her closer to me. I felt her tense more, then gasp, then whine, her voice rising in pitch as she tensed further, then she detonated in pleasure. My chin was suddenly soaked and dripping with her juices. I kept going for several seconds, and she responded without slackening her cries or bucking hips or clenching thighs. Her knees wobbled. If she hadn’t been ho
