Katherine Harrington
Oh. My. Goddess.
The first slow, wet drag of Luciano’s tongue from my dripping entrance all the way up to my swollen c**t felt like lightning striking straight through my core. My back arched violently off the bed, a broken moan tearing from my throat before I could even think to stop it.
He didn’t rush.
He never rushed.
That was what made it so devastating.
His tongue was hot, firm, and mercilessly thorough as he licked me again — slower this time, savoring every slick inch of my p***y like he had all the time in the world. The flat of his tongue pressed hard against my c**t at the end of each stroke, circling once, twice, then flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves with just enough pressure to make my thighs shake.
“f**k… Luciano…” I whimpered, my fingers fis
