Lena’s head hit the cabinet.

His tongue was flat and filthy. He licked through her like he had been thinking about it since the package in April. He found her clit and stayed, sucking in soft pulls that made her thighs clamp on his ears. When she tried to close her knees he held them open with both hands and went deeper, tongue pushing into her, nose pressed to the wet of her, breathing her.

She came the first time almost embarrassed at the speed of it. It rolled up from the base of her spine and wrecked her. She grabbed his hair and held him there while she shook...