he leads me across to the counter and leads us both behind it. He positions me facing the door, my hands on the wooden surface as he parts my legs and sinks to the floor behind me. Pulling my panties aside, his tongue finds my slit and my knees buckle as he runs the flat of his tongue through my folds, lapping at me like I’m his favourite ice cream and he doesn’t want to lose a drop of the sweet cream.
