“Gonna eat up this pretty little p***y,” he grunts, gripping the waistband between his teeth and tugging it down. “Need to make you come on my tongue. Need to taste you before I f**k you.”
“Yes, please,” I whisper.
Stryker growls and rips my underwear off, guiding my legs over his shoulders. Slowly, slowly he drags his tongue through my folds. When he reaches my c**t, he stops licking, merely flexing his tongue there, rolling it like a wave as pleasure breaks over my body.
I writhe under him as Stryker licks and nips at my p***y, devouring me like he said he would. He reaches my entrance, circling his tongue around my throbbing opening before dipping it inside. We both groan as I clench around him. He sips from my center, drinking down my juices and massaging the walls of my tight chann
