28. Strange mail

Mia:

I woke up to tingles spreading over me, his warm wet tongue continuously drawing tight little circles on my clit.

“Mmm...” I moaned my sleepy haze clearing, as the pleasure spread through me, setting my nerve endings on fire.

“Good morning, baby,” he murmured against my inner thighs, before returning to feast on me, jiggling his tongue on my clit, without mercy, while his thick finger found its way into my entrance, pumping into me and hitting that sweet spot within me that had my eyes rolling to my head, my hips arching off the bed. But his hold on my thighs pressed me back to the bed, while he continued his craft, working me hard enough to bring me to an orgasm.

I was still recovering from my intense orgasm