“I love the way your lips feel against my lips and tongue,” he said, “so soft and supple, so warm and wet.” He wasn’t talking about my mouth.
I looked down at him. “I’m quite fond of your lips and tongue, too, my love.”
I felt rather than saw his smile before his tongue burrowed into me, first aft, and then into my pussy, and I gasped as he suddenly moved to flick my tiny erection.
He paused again, looking up at me. “You’re very hard and dripping wet.”
Gently pushing his head back down, I whispered, “Don’t talk; lick.”
