“Are you going to be quiet? Or do I really have to hurt you? I wonder how much pain you enjoy?"
My p***y convulses, gushing hot, leaving me slick between my thighs and down the back of my knees. Blindly, I drop my head backwards, mouth open, panting. I want to wail out my arousal, but...
His body slides down mine, the heat of his breath traversing from my face, down my neck and cleavage, down my belly and to the vee of my thighs. He must be kneeling in front of me.
“If you can't stand, you may rest your hands on my shoulders to steady yourself."
Reaching through my semi-light to where I think Ryan's head must be, I feel down towards his shoulders. My stance is now more stable, but my knees want to buckle...
... and as his tongue laps inwards to my clit, I wail and my knees crumple. Hi
