Page 176 of Torrid Passion
She wiggles in need.
I fan her ass cheeks.
She arches her back in response, lifting on her toes, planting her ass smack in the middle of my face. I pull back slightly and angle my head.
Her heady scent drives me wild.
I stick my tongue out and lick her pussy.
She jerks forward a bit, making a surprised sound.
“Hmmm,” I hum.
“Oh, yes,” she hisses.
I do it again, but more forcefully this time.
Kyla bucks into my face.
“You’re worth every penny I paid,” I growl between licks.
She lets out a pleading moan.
My tongue travels from underneath her hood to the base of her pussy.
She arches more for me, almost begging without even speaking. I skate around her dripping pussy, alternating between sucking on her clit and swirling around it.
“Fuck, yeah,” she grunts.
I let out a low guttural growl in response.
I brush against her clit in short staccato strokes, taking her higher and higher.
She sobs helplessly.
I do it over, and over, and over again, finishing her off with a few sensual flicks.
She lets out this long desperate grunt.
I can only hum against her.
More of her slickness coats my tongue with each stroke.
Shit.
Her body trembles under my unrelenting assault.
Kyla pushes her ass out and she starts grinding her pussy against my tongue.
She lets loose.
She’s as wet as a fucking river.
She gyrates her hips at an infernal pace, moaning and panting.
Christ.
I allow her to take her pleasure as I gorge on her pussy. As much as I’d love to finger fuck her as she uses my tongue, I don’t dare break her vertiginous cadence.
