She might try to resist us, but she couldn’t resist the attraction.

“That’s it, Schmetterling, just relax...” I blew cool air across her clit and was rewarded with a soft moan before her thighs tense again. She was trying to resist, to reject the pleasure, but I already had my palm in place, preventing her from crushing my head between her legs. She was breathing hard now, her hands tightening in my hair as I resumed sucking on her clit, and I pushed two fingers into her tight, wet opening, curving them inside her until I felt the soft, spongy wall of her G-spot. Her pussy clamped tight, quivering around...