SWEET SPOT
I cried, my fingers tightening in his hair.
He groaned against me, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure through my core. He ate me like he was obsessed— messy, hungry, and relentless. His tongue dipped inside me, fucking me with slow, deep thrusts before returning to my clit. He sucked harder, then softer, alternating rhythms until I was writhing beneath him, hips grinding against his face shamelessly.
“Fuck, you taste so good, baby,” he growled between licks, his voice muffled against my pussy. “So sweet and wet for me. Such a good girl.”