David kneeled behind her, gripped her ass cheeks and buried his face between her legs. Tasha moaned as his tongue found the hot, wet, needy part of her that had been so desperate for his touch all day long. God, she would endure endless hours of learning how to shoot, or how not to shoot, if it always ended in the heaven of his skilled tongue on her flesh. She dug her fingers deep into the couch cushions and arched her back low, pressing back into his face. She widened her knees and rocked her hips, uncaring of the desperate, needy sounds pouring from her throat.
His used his tongue and hands, torturing her heated, slippery flesh. He parted her labia between long, callused fingers and drove her insane with long, leisurely licks that circled her c******s again and again with teasing stroke
