"Good. Now move a little faster. That's it, baby. It's getting so juicy now, I can't wait to fucking tastemypussy."
His possessive words set my skin on fire. There's nothing more that I would like than Saint between my legs, eating me until I scream his name for the whole block to hear.
"I think you'd like that wouldn't you?"
My skin is hot and my breathing rapid.
I'm starting to feel a deep pressure winding inside of me.
The more he talks, the faster I move my fingers, the higher I go.
"You'd love it if I spread your cunt apart and licked you from front to back right on this fucking table wouldn't you?"
His filthy words have sent me to the precipice.
I just need one little push.
"Saint–" I beg.
"If you want me to give you what you need you're going to have use your words, Sabrina."
"What words!?" I pant in desperation.
"Ask me nicely. Say Saint can you please eat my pussy."
"Ughhh–" I groan. He's doing this on purpose.
"Ughhh?" He laughs mimicking me. "Those aren't the words that are going to get you to come all over my face. Now ask me correctly."
At this point all modesty has gone out the window. I'm sweating. My hips are bucking up to meet my hand. I'm basically finger fucking myself while Saint watches.
He starts kissing the insides of my thighs.
"Tell me what I need to hear."
"Can you please–" I exhale roughly.
"Yes?"
"Eat–"
"Keep going."
"My pussy."
Saint almost snarls as he pulls me forward to the edge of the table, spreads my legs wide, and starts devouring me.
I've never felt so out of control.
My hips are thrashing.
I hold onto his hair desperately.
And then I scream.
My whole body contracts.
And then releases.
