I f**k her with my tongue until she’s as tense as a bow string, moaning, panting and squealing, and then I suck on her c**t, softly, gentle, but fast. Victoria Devereaux orgasms while screaming my name, and I sit back, rub her through it and watch the best show I will ever see.
She falls flat, legs dangling over the edge of the bed, chest rising and falling so fast, and then she lifts her head, pushing herself up onto her elbows, staring at me agape, eyes shiny and then smiles.
“How’d I do?” I ask, licking her taste off my lips. She’s so f*****g sweet.
“Went bar down.” She says, still half panting while glowing. I grin, running my hands up her legs, massaging her thighs as I stand, leaning over her while continuing to rub her soft skin.
Her gaze dips to the bulge in my pants, and she
