His lips, tongue and teeth working in perfect rhythm to guarantee her an orgasm and she could feel it building low in her pelvis as his thumb found her c******s while he continues to greedily drink the juices weeping from her body. It was as if he knew she was climbing the twisting vines to her orgasm, and he chased her along.
His hand which held hers tight to her middle released her wrists and moved to plunge into her, joining his tongue and thumb, curving just at the right spot, remembering with ease the location of her most sensitive internal spot. With a few firm strokes, she felt the dizzying fall from the heights of her pleasure as she was sucked down deep into the chasm of her orgasm. His name was a hoarse cry on her lips as she twisted and turned under his unyielding touch. Only a
