I feel the way her thighs tense on my shoulders so I fucking do it again. “Mason…” she says, throaty and low. “Oh, yes. Oh.” Her hips grind against the counter. Her legs tighten around my face. And I’d be happy to die right here. But not right now, though. First, I’m on a mission to get her off. Preferably, two or three times. I dip my tongue into her throbbing hole, using my fingers to play her clit like an instrument. “I fucking love the way you taste.” “Then keep eating me,” she pleads, her greedy hands grabbing a claw-ful of my hair. “Keep licking me until I come.”
