After my orgasm died down, I was panting, but Oliver wasn't stopping, his face was still buried deep in me and so were his fingers.
"O-Oliver." I stuttered out. "Oh my god."
This feels fu.cking great. I really don't want him to stop. Oliver's tongue tickled my back entrance, and I moaned louder. My body is ready for more.
"Ohh... Oliver... Don't stop. Please don't stop." I begged.
Oliver grunted, and then shoved the tip of his tongue inside me. I moaned so loudly I was sure the neighbors heard me, but I didn't care. Another orgasm was already building inside of me. My mind is in a complete haze as I moan out his name over and over again.
Oliver entered two more fingers inside me, and I had to squeeze my eyes shut. He's so attentive, and now slow again. But it ignites me just the same
