Triumph reeled through Q as the last of her shudders shook her. She released his shoulders, but he bet there were nails marks in his back.
That meant he'd done it right.
“Your turn," she said, her breath coming out ragged.
She pushed him back onto the bed then slid off of him. She undid his jeans and let him loose. His d**k was standing up as if someone were playing the Star-Spangled Banner.
She smiled down at Q. The she knelt on him again and licked the tip of his p***s. He shook as if she'd tased him.
Her tongue did a slow circle around the his p***s right near the end of it. He fisted the covers, trying not to flip her over and bury himself as deeply as he could.
He'd let her have her fun for a few minutes.
“If you keep doing that you might get more than you bargained for," he sa
