SIXTY ONE: LICKING FINGERS

He licked the portion of my upper hand where the crumbs were and then slid to my middle finger and he sucked it in. My jaw dropped at what he did. He looked at me before closing his eyes and started sucking my middle finger quite hard.

My hand froze and despite my mind screaming, I could not move my hand. A sudden heat pooled down my waist and turned liquid down into my undergarment. Oh, Lord. He kept sucking my middle finger and pushed deep into his throat.

I could feel the heat of his mouth mixed with the wetness of his tongue lapping against my skin. My mind wandered in different directions until it started to form scenes of him on top of me. He did not stop and licked and sucked at the same time, his actions intensifying with each stroke.

My legs felt boneless and wobbled. Thanks to the chair I was sitting on, my did not drop on the floor. Seconds later, he stopped and pulled away. I was left speechless, my face burning hot red, my undergarment wet. I had to bite my lips to stifle