The Taken Of Lena
That downward rush was pressurizing again, so forceful that Lena grew more terrified than ever.
His wide tongue trailed up and down the length of her pussy, dancing against her inner lips as his wicked finger continued to torment her. But soon, even that sensation was enough to provoke her shameful arousal. It was so...wrong, so devious, so utterly immoral, yet Lena found herself basking in sheer perversion of the act, almost craving it as much as she craved his tongue.
Suddenly Renz released her, and it felt as if her pussy was truly crying. Lena had forgotten just how...hungry he could make her, how utterly animal and ravenous his touch could render her.