His Forbidden Goddaughter
He chuckled, his eyes meeting mine from between my legs before licking his way down to my asšhole, forcing me to yelp.
“What are you doing?” I asked with wide eyes while gripping his hair, forcing him off my dripping pūssy.
“I’m tasting you, of course.” He replied, lowering his head again. My head fell back against the mirror again while I allowed him to slurp my wetness as if I was his favorite milkshake.
“Dio mio.” (Italian for “Oh my God.”) I cried out in pleasure, but he pulled away, smacking my pūssy.