“Tell me when I do something that feels good.” Slowly, I trace a thumb down the split of her pussy and her back arches, her gasp mingling with the rain. “There,” I say in a rush, finally exhaling, tracing the edges of the nub that made her eyes roll back in her head. “Can I lick you here, baby?” Her hands fly to the ground, fingers digging into the soil. “Yes.” Oh my God. I get to give her head.
