"Lovely, yeah..." I say softly, running my fingers through his hair and disheveling it. "But I want more than lovely," I say, yanking on his hair and thrusting upward at the same time. Obligingly, he opens his mouth wide and rests it against my pussy, the pressure of his lips causing bright colors to explode behind my closed eyelids.

"That's... that's, oh fuck, so good," I moan as Martin jabs his tongue into my pussy, sliding it in and out between my inner lips. Resting his forearm over my belly, he lets his hand fall down and reaches for my clit with two fingers, pressing down and rubbing it with...