She could feel his tongue working between her legs. The pleasure was reaching the point of being unb
She could feel his tongue working between her legs. The pleasure was reaching the point of being unbearable, but his powerful grip was more than enough to keep her from squeezing her thighs together.Instead she found herself perched on a rapidly deteriorating cliff of self control. Each brush of his tongue stole more ground for under her feet. Then his hands let go, rushing up her side. They covered her breasts, squeezed as his lips sealed tight and finally all was lost. -- source link