Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Four. Smithy.
Smithy’s Point of View.
Holy f**k I am tasting her, and what a taste it is. It is like my own personal brand of deliciousness.
My mouth sucks and licks around her clit as she squirms beneath me, already moaning and muttering incoherent words, and I have only just begun. I could feast on her p***y for a life time, and never get bored of the act.
Her hands are roaming through my hair, as her hips thrust upwards, pushing her wet little cave into my face, coating it with her juices.
My fingers trail up the thigh of her good leg, brushing over the small splattering of blonde curls, which are shaped into a landing strip, guiding me to the promised land. My fingers circled her wet entrance, capturing her sweet nectar on them, as she thrust
