“Oh,” I squeaked, unable to hold my voice back as his tongue connected with my entrance for the first time. He plunged inside, lapping up all of my wetness. “Is this all for me?” Zain swirled his tongue around my clit. “I think I’m going to be addicted to this after one night.” His eyes closed as he kept up the motions, circling around the nub, driving me wild. “Keep doing that,” I begged mindlessly. He slipped a finger inside of me. “You’re so tight, baby. I gotta get you nice and wet for me, huh? Stretch you so you can take my cock?” “Yes,” I agreed. I wanted that. “Yes, please.”
Im gonna kill myself
