The Hockey’s Plaything
' Her juices coated my chin, tangy and sweet, and I sucked her clit between my lips, flicking it relentlessly.
Fingers back inside, three now, stretching her as I ate her out like a starving man. The sand shifted under the blanket with her movements, the sun dipping lower, casting golden light over her heaving chest.
Her thighs quivered around my head, and I felt her tense, orgasm building. 'Don't stop…I'm close!' I didn't, humming against her nub, the vibration pushing her over.
She came hard, pussy spasming on my fingers, flooding my mouth with her cream. I drank it down, not letting up until she pushed weakly at my shoulders, oversensitive. 'That was... intense,' she panted, eyes glazed.