When the only thing that happens is the trembling of anticipation of her thighs, I happily hum to myself.
Excited to see ready and willing instead of nervous and hiding.
Extending the hot pink object for her to take is followed by me eagerly digging my fingers into both cheeks, savagely spreading them apart, and eagerly diving my tongue into her smooth pussy from behind.
Her scorching hot muscles gluttonously clamp down at the same time she releases a back bowing gasp. “Ohmyg-”
“No,” possessively escapes against her soaking lower lips, “my name or my number only, baby.”
Girlish giggles convince me to momentarily unwedge myself to find her gaze. “What makes you think I know your number, tendy?”
“My number is the only one you should know, Slayer.” Surprise stuns her silent, allowing me the segue needed to return to the lecherous play at hand. “Ready for me to give you the assist?”
Gillybean slowly nods and suggestively sways, indicating it’s gametime.
Just like when I’m between the pipes, taps to her cheeks are delivered, one and then the other, announcing I’m here.
I’m all in.
I’m gonna take care of my house until that final buzzer echoes.
Roughly sliding my tongue back inside doesn’t only receive a sharp gasp but the collapsing of her torso into a more comfortable position.
Vibrations easily begin not far from where I am, instructing me on what to do.
Where to focus.
The sauce to get lost in.
Andgoaliesunitedit’s the best shit I’ve been on my knees for.
Light circles being continuously delivered to her clit convince me to match the pace but not the pressure.
Diving deeper and deeper and harder on every press, rocks her frame forward, so I yank it back.
By the cheeks.
By the hips.
By the thighs.
I keep control of the play by adding to the trembles the toy is creating.
Sliding the very tip of my tongue to where it’s rubbing.
Spinning it in the opposite direction to create carnal confusion.
Need.
Sounds of her nails clawing at the sheets alongside her heavier and heavier moaning have me smiling.
Dragging my tongue back towards her entrance.
Dipping once inside before slithering further upward to her other hole.
Instantly feeling her frame tense is expected just as much as the vocal objection that leaps past her lips, “N-” One long, lascivious lick completely severs the protest while a second rewrites it into something else entirely. “Thirty-five…”
“See,” I arrogantly chortle, words cascading down her crack, “you do know my number.”
