Isobelle
I almost came hearing those dirty words.
"I want your tongue, Daddy. Please, make me come."
Grayson leaned over me in a sixty-nine position. A filthy, greedy feeling came over me and I wanted to swallow his c**k down my throat.
My lips parted for him, taking him inside my mouth as he drove his tongue between my lower folds. I moaned out loud, feeling the intensity of being stuffed from behind, the vibration in my center, and now Grayson's proficient tongue fluttered over my c**t. I massaged his balls as I sucked him, hearing his soft grunts of approval as I took the full length of his shaft into my willing mouth, swallowing him down to the root.
Grayson knew what he was doing with his tongue — my god, his technique was perfect. I knew after tonight I would crave it again and
