IN HER SKIN: Different Stories. Endless Lust
“Yes, exactly like that.”
Encouraged by Anya’s raw response, Sandra deepened her efforts. She explored, gently parting Anya’s folds, finding the pulsing nub that Anya’s body was clearly desperate for. She grazed it with the tip of her tongue, then circled it, slowly building the pressure.
Anya began to writhe beneath her, soft whimpers escaping her lips, her body arching and twisting. “Fuck, Sandra,” she gasped, her fingers digging into Sandra’s scalp, not roughly, but in a desperate embrace. “You’re incredible.”