f****d By The Homeless Man II
"BEAUTIFUL," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He leaned in, and his tongue, rough and warm, licked a trail from my inner thigh up to my c**t. A scream, half-pleasure, half-shock, tore from my throat. My hands fisted in my hair, pulling at the roots. My hips bucked, an instinctive response to the glorious assault.
He sucked on my c**t, pulling it into his mouth with a greedy intensity that made my vision swim. My legs, now wide apart, trembled uncontrollably. The slurping sound of his tongue against my p***y was the only sound in the world. He was devouring me, and I was letting him. I was begging him to.
My fingers, no longer fisted in my hair, found his head, burying themselves in the coarse strands. I pressed him harder, urging him deeper, faster
