“Better, but not loudenough.”
I raise my voice per his request. “Please, Mr. Broussard. I’m begging you to lick my pussy. I’m at your mercy. I can’t even tell you how much I want and need your talented tongue. You’re the only one who can make me feelgood.”
“Good girl,” he whispers, satisfaction oozing in histone.
He goes down on his knees behind me and spreads my cheeks apart. “Tilt that beautiful ass up for yourhusband.”
I lean against the cold window and arch my lower back, not allowing myself to think about this little game of husband and wife toomuch.
“Oh, that’s my goodgirl.”
He spreads my cheeks and pushes his face against my pussy, licking it from front to back in one long stroke, making my knees weak. This is going to be so fucking good. I can alreadytell.
His tongue laps at my lips, my center, and then his tongue moves from front to back withoutstopping.
Whoa.Wait.
Did he just lick my asshole? Onpurpose?
I must have relaxed too much, and he must have become overzealous. Because I don’t think that he would intentionally do something likethat.
I deepen the arch of my back so he can have more pussy and lessasshole.
“Feelsgood?”
“God,yes.”
“Want me tostop?”
“Never.”
His tongue flattens against my pussy lips and he slowly drags it down… and then up again over my asshole a secondtime.
Is he getting confused about my anatomy because we’re in this awkward position? Should I say something? No, that will kill the mood for him entirely. Hell, worrying about it is sort of killing the mood for me. This is hot. I need to just go withthis.
He spreads my slit and pushes his tongue into my pussy. My muscles clench and relax in an effort to build myorgasm.
Tristan tongue fucks me and then shakes his face against my body, making my cheeks shake violently. “Fuck, I love your pussy somuch.”
I’ve never had a man seem so obsessed with my vagina. He acts like he’s never had better, which is a complete turn-on forme.
“I love your mouth on mypussy.”
His arm stretches around my body and his fingers rub my clit as his tongue glides up and down my pussy lips. My orgasm is climbing and building and growing. And I don’t know if he’s going to give me permission to come or not. “I can feel it starting. I’m going tocome.”
His fingers continue rubbing my clit, but his tongue abandons my pussy and moves to my tight puckered hole. He flattens it and moves his head up and down, lickingit.
And it feels so damngood.
But why? It’s not intended for that. It shouldn’t feel thisway.
My back arches and I tense when the quivering begins in my pussy. He pushes his tongue against me harder and it’s almost more than I can stand. “Ohh… I’m coming sohard.”
My body shudders and my womb flutters in a rhythmic pattern. A pulsating warmth spreads through my body. Everything tingles—my face, my hands, my feet. And my ears areringing.
While he licks me…there.
This is sowrong.
