Mason-Rogue
”Fuck.” I tightened my grip on her thighs parting them further where she tried to clamp them around my ears. I had barely even started and already she was trembling , her hips bucking wildly as she tried to get away from the sensations I was tormenting her with. But if she thought I was going to stop she was sadly mistaken. Until she told me to get the hell off of her I was staying exactly where I was. My face between her legs, my tongue swirling over her flesh.
But Jesus she was a wiggler.
If we had been home and she had been more experience I would have made her stay still , with restraints. Ropes or cuffs maybe on a St. Andrews cross.
The very thought of
The very thought of her restrained made me groan against her as I stiffened my tongue into a point , delving betwe
