“Because I don’t want you to come gently, baby. I want you to f*****g scream. I want you to ride my tongue like your body can’t survive without it.”
I whimpered.
Tried to squeeze my legs.
He slapped my thigh.
Hard.
“Keep them open. You don’t f*****g close for me.”
And then he dove in.
He didn’t stop.
He didn’t slow down.
He moaned into my p***y like he was possessed. Like my taste was his drug. Like every flick of his tongue was driving him deeper into madness. His mouth was greedy, lips sealed around my c**t like he’d die without it, and the sounds—God—the sounds he made were filthy enough to make the moon blush.
“f*****g sweet,” he groaned, voice muffled as he sucked harder. “So f*****g sweet.”
His tongue moved faster. Insanely fast.
Flicking back and forth over my c**t with
