I moaned at the feel of him clenching against my tongue. I swirled my tongue, my constant moans muffled as Moth panted out heavy breaths above me. His hand released its death grip on my hair, and when my eyes popped open, my brows pinched in desperation when I saw his long, tattooed fingers sliding over his slit. He dipped one finger inside, pressing deep until he shuddered and his hole twitched against my tongue.
