Betty
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I waited for his tongue to touch my clit, but that didn’t happen. Trent continued to kiss my thighs, licking, sucking, giving tiny bites, leaving small hickey marks on my thighs.
“It's safer here,” he had said, “no one would see them except me, when I want to suck your p***y again.
I scoffed. Who told him we would do this again?
Sliding his hands up to my waist, Trent pulled me towards him, my ass brushing against the bedsheet.
He began, kissing my Venus mound before licking the top of my clit.
My stomach clenched with pleasure, my legs parting more.
“Your p***y smells so nice,” he said, “it’s making me hungry.” He twirled his tongue, still at the top of my clit,
Trent refused to inch downwards—to the most sensitive part of my clit—my body ached and I lifted my hips, t
