Again her breath hitched. “Oh, Dravidian! I think you are a torturer and not a ferryman.”
He placed his hands upon the insides of her thighs and gently but assuredly spread her legs further open, almost to the point of discomfort, then swept the flat of his tongue up slowly and firmly, from the bottom of her perineum to just short of her c******s.
“Oh, oh ...!”
She moaned as he slid it down again, nearly to her anus— then up once more, flat and wide over her labia (still sparing the c******s), again and again, causing her to shudder almost violently and dew up like the mushroom heads all around them.
“Close upon me, Dravidian,” she said, and very nearly growled. “Close upon my little manhood and smote it again and again. I—I command it.”
She laughed.
“Not yet,” he said, and began alt
