Behind the scenes
I cry, he was french kissing me now, using his tongue, sweeping every single fold, my waist was entirely off the bed this time.
I was shaking and thrashing around, his hold around my ankles tightening as he pulled my legs, hoping to steady them. While his tongue pushed it’s way into me, he was tongue fucking me now, his tongue moved fast and sharp, and soon I was the loudest one there, crying and thrashing, my fingers digging into the bed, but he would not stop, if anything he got hungrier.