long, slow stripe from my entrance to my clit.

“Oh god…” My head fell back against the mirror.

“Shh. Not too loud.” His breath was hot against my pussy. “But I want to hear you. Let me hear how good this feels.”

Then he went to work. Tongue flat and broad, lapping at me lazily before circling my clit in tight, perfect circles. Two fingers slid inside me, thick and calloused, curling to hit that spot that made my vision blur.

“Yes…” The word escaped before I could stop it. “Right there…”

“Here?” He stroked that spot again, and I whimpered. “You like that?”

“Yes… please don’t stop…”

He rewarded...