His Naughty Patient II
HE peeled off his gloves, tossing them aside with a soft thud. His fingers, now bare, were even more sensitive, more electric. He leaned down, his face inches from her p***y, his hot breath fanning her already inflamed flesh. Diana watched, mesmerized, as his tongue, dark pink and wet, darted out, tracing the swollen lips of her labia.
A guttural sound tore from her throat, a mix of shock and ecstasy. His tongue was rough, then smooth, licking the wetness, tasting her. He drew a long, slow line from her perineum up to her c**t, then circled it, his tongue flicking, teasing, sucking. She had never felt this way before... Her husband had never... Flick.
“Oh my god, Jordan,” she cried out, her hands flying up to grip the sides of the bed, her body convulsing. His mou
