When he puts his mouth on me, the sound he makes is utterly wrecked, his fingers digging hard into my thigh. He doesn’t have to say the words for me to know it’s good, but he does anyway because he knows the praise will make me mindless. He whispers, “You taste incredible, you’re so fucking good, Georgia, look at what you do to me,” as he wraps a hand around himself, stroking slowly while he licks me so well.
