I hiss due to the difference in temperature, but it turns into a gasp when he throws my legs over his shoulders and dives at my core.
He doesn’t nibble or suck, he straight out thrusts his tongue inside me.
My whole body recoils, and I’d fall off the bench if it weren’t for his hold on me. Kirill tongue-f***s me, tearing me apart with each in and out.
The buildup startles me. I couldn’t keep up even if I wanted to, and he doesn’t give me any time to catch my breath.
His fingers dig into my thighs as he picks up the pace. My eyes go blurry, and I moan as I fall apart on his tongue. My legs shake, and moisture streams down my cheek, but I scream and thrust my hips.
Kirill doesn’t stop with my orgasm. He doesn’t take it slow, either. In fact, he licks every drop of alcohol off my folds a
