Freya.

The sensation was overwhelming. His lips sucked gently at first, pulling my outer folds into the wet heat of his mouth while his tongue stroked long, lazy licks up and down my slit. Every single stroke was deliberate—slow, broad, dragging from my entrance up to my clit, then circling the swollen nub with the tip before sucking it between his lips with a wet, filthy pop. The sounds were obscene: loud, sloppy slurps, the wet smack of his mouth devouring me, my own desperate whimpers mixing with the obscene noises.

I could feel every detail, his tongue flattening and pressing hard against my clit, then flicking rapidly, then sucking...