After a few more minutes of this I was nearly crazed with frustration, “C’mon, Colleen, pleasepleasepleaseplease! Enough already!” I whined. “I need it NOW!”
“You need what, now?” she mocked.
“I need your tongue on my p***y! Do I have to beg?” A part of me couldn’t believe I’d actually said that out loud, but for the most part, I just didn’t care anymore. I was just one big bundle of frazzled nerve endings, all aching for release.
“My, my. I had no idea you were so greedy. You’ve had two crashing orgasms and here you are, pleading for another. Have I fallen in with some sort of nymphomaniac?” Little by little, she drew a circuit with her tongue on my body, lapped around my mound going down as far the crease in my thigh and up nearly to my navel. The circuit grew smaller and smaller, unt
