Alissa in Wankerland 12

“I adore you,” he said when he pulled away from our kiss. His eyes were a glowing fuchsia pink, it was different from other times. Was it because we were out in nature? I knew he had a physical reaction to being close to the plants. They burned into mine, his gaze fixed on me.

I stared back at him as he moved to rest between the space in my legs, all the while not breaking eye contact. I breathed in anticipation; he was about to run his soft tongue over my wet and eager clitoris and bathe my sensitive parts with warm kisses.

I tilted my head back and placed my hand on his soft hair as his tongue pressed against my vulva, he worked his tongue up and down my dripping clit. I felt every movement, every flickering and sucking and licking. He moaned in his throat and let out what I could only describe as a growl. He wanted to devour me and I wanted him to have me.

I gasped, my hands now gripping his hair and lightly tugging, I wanted to run, it felt so good, too good even, I did not kn