He held my hips to him and hooked his arms under my knees as he rolled onto his back. Pulling me over him so I sat astride his head.
I yelped. Afraid he’d be smothered.
But he wasn’t objecting.
Instead, my own body worked against me. Bringing me down further on him so he could plunge that hot tongue in and out of me in a gesture I was sure would mimic what he intended to do with his thickening c**k.
I was weakening. Turning into a wanton creature that wanted nothing else. Could think of nothing other than him and what he was doing to me.
He’s turning me inside out.
His animal behavior was causing an equally wild response in me. I was leaned over. Balanced over the dirt floor. Letting him have my center.
My knees reflexively tightening along the sides of his head until I could
