Ttyler kept one hand on my breast, the other sliding down to hold my hip. 

  

  Dylan yanked my shorts down hard, they caught on my hips for a second then slid to my ankles. 

  

  I stepped out, kicking them away, cool air hit my bare pussy.

  

   I was dripping, strings of wetness connected my thighs.

  

  Dylan spread my legs wider. His hands gripped my inner thighs, thumbs digging in.

  

  His mouth was on me before I could think, his tongue licked a long, flat stripe from my hole to my clit.

  

   I screamed, the sound was raw, my hands flew to his hair, fingers tangling, pulling hard. 

  

  He didn’t care,...