“I may be responsible for your pain”—he drags his nose along my inner thigh, his words a light tickle of breath. He bites down on the soft flesh, and I moan. It hurts but in a way that sends sparks up my legs—“but I’m also responsible for your pleasure…” He trails off as he swipes the flat of his tongue through my pussy and ends the long stroke with a flick of my clit. His fingers dig into the fat of my thighs as my legs quake from his touch.
