You feel that my little one? Oh yes, my tongue feels how close you are. You will hold though. You will only cum when I say. When my tongue says.
In thirty more licks little one. Just twenty-nine. Twenty-eight. Twenty-seven.
My lips encircling your tender clit. Suckling you deep into my being. Our souls touching. Releasing yet with a lick. Breathing.
Twenty-six. Twenty-five.
You cry out begging. I deny you.
Twenty-four. Hold little one I know you can.
Twenty-three.
Pale flesh quivering. My tongue rapidly flicking forward.
Eighteen.
Suckling once more and batting your nub relentlessly. Rising. My She-Wolf lips smirking. With a growl…
Ten.
Swatting you suddenly, only to pinch and pull at you with my teeth tenderly. Lapping and savoring your flavor. With a glance up and my mouth full.
Five.
A final push, a simple series of long licks.
Now cum.
With a howl you do.
