LUSTily : Diff. Forbidden Love Stories
He was a master of his craft, and he treated my pussy with the same expert precision he used for his massages.
He started with long, slow licks from my perineum all the way up to my hood, sipping at the slurpy wetness I had been producing for him. Then, he focused entirely on my clit, his tongue swirling and flicking in a relentless rhythm that had me sobbing his name.
"Oh god, Conan... please..." I gasped, my hips bucking shamelessly against his face.
He didn't let up, he used his fingers to stretch me wide, his tongue darting inside to taste me before returning to the bud that was driving me toward the edge. The sound of his wet, frantic lapping filled the quiet room, mixing with my ragged