Brianna

Callan sunk his two fingers deep into me and fluttered his fingers in a way that made my inside pulse. His tongue dragged over my clit in small circles until he flattened his tongue against it and started to rub. He worked his fingers continuously in and out of me and put his mouth's full attention on my throbbing bundle of nerves. Pulsing and throbbing, it was like my heart beat was between my legs.

“Do you want to cum, Brianna? Should I let you?” He spoke just above my slickened middle.

“Please,” I groaned. 

If he doesn't, I might lose it. His tongue came down and swiped over...