“I’m going to bet it hasn’t been four years since you’ve eaten a woman out, though.” Noelle sat down on the chair opposite the bed, hooking her leg over the arm in order to open up even farther for him. “Come here, boy.”
Dante crawled across the floor slowly, his eyes locked with hers. They seemed to be getting darker by the moment. When he reached her, he remained on his hands and knees, his face so close to her p***y she could feel his hot breath against the sensitive flesh. She already felt his hot tongue dipping between her folds, finding her clit, curling around the pulsing skin. He took a deep breath, his lips parting, but other than that, he remained motionless, waiting for her command.
“Do you want it?” she asked, her voice a bare whisper.
“Yes, Mistress.” Each word was more of
