Idris…,” I instantly arched up against the bed. It was already midnight, but Idris’s fingers were pushing open my lower lips, exposing my flesh to his heated gaze and hot breath. Every breath and every touch was like a trail of fire.
“You’re so sensitive,” he said, blowing warm air against my dripping wet folds.
“It’s midnight,” I whimpered out.
“Yes, and you’re already wet,” I felt his fingertips touching my quivering flesh, lathering my sopping juices across his fingers.
“Ahh…mmhm,” as soon as I felt his middle finger run over my p***y hole, I instantly trembled like a willow in the wind, unable to control the whimpering cries escaping from my mouth.
He did it for a couple of minutes, not entering me but teasingly running it around my cunt.
“s**t! Idris,” when I felt his tongue rub
