BRIANA THOMPSON
A moan escaped my lips as a cruel tongue lashes at my c******s.
I wake up gasping, trying to cling to the reality of the almost painful pleasure.
"Oh my God..."
"Time for your morning lick, babe."
"Denner!" I pull his hair.
I don't even remember when I fell asleep, but I'm not complaining.
Denner could wake me up like this every day, and I wouldn't mind.
"This is so good... So good." I bite my lip to keep myself from screaming.
I'm turning into a nympho and it's all because of the man between my legs. What he does is too much, because he knows exactly where and how to touch me.
Sometimes he sucks, sometimes he just teases me with his tongue.
He drives me crazy and he knows it.
"Denner..." I arch my body when he rubs his face against my p***y. — Please... — I moa
