“I start like this.” My hips follow my fingers. “Then I do small circles.” “Like this?” he asks when he takes my fingers away and bends, his tongue mirroring my movements, circling over my clit in a rhythmic pattern. “Oh,” I moan. “Yeah, just like that.” “What else?” He replaces my fingers as he pulls back to watch, his lips glistening with my arousal, and that image alone almost sends me over the edge. “This.” Up and down, up and down in short fluid motions. He holds my hand out of the way, using his tongue to match my fingers.
Oh hes a goooood boy
