He was rough with it, with his tongue. He pressed it to my entrance, his nose pressing to my hole, and I moaned loudly, my hands itching to reach out and grab his hair, but I resisted, my hands fisted on the table.

His tongue swept from my clit to my entrance, moving up and down, and I couldn't help but move my hips, slowly, rocking back on his face. His stubble was rough on my skin, somehow managing to increase the pleasure.

“Oh…” I breathed, rocking back on his face as I felt his tongue between my folds. It parted them slowly, feeling them. He sucked on them, his...