"Have I ever told you how spellbinding your body is?" He whispers, taking my right leg and trailing kisses up, leaving me panting, and all the fire in my body erupts the moment his wet lips touch my c******l area.
He always tells me. I have never lost count of how many times he has praised my body. To him, it’s like I am an angel. With no flaws at all. He rights everything I do or choose to do.
He buries himself there, doing his magic, taking me to the gates of pleasure and lust and locking me behind them. He licks, sucks, fingers, and f***s me with his tongue. I'm now partaking in the pleasure of the myths I read in books about s*x. You know those kinky kinds of stuff about tongue f*****g, fingering, and whatnot? I never imagined those things were real until I met Damian. And I also nev
