Daphne
I grinned cheekily. “You sure you can handle it?”
“Try me,” Brad affirmed, his voice rough with want. “Get up here, Daph.”
I crawled over him on the blanket and straddled his face, being conscious of my weight and lowering myself slowly. “Like this?” I asked, just above him.
“Lower,” he growled, his hands grabbing my hips and pulling me down without a care in the world. His tongue flicked against my clit, and I let out a gasp, the sensation electric.
“Oh f**k, Brad,” I moaned, easing into it and rocking gently against his mouth. “That’s so good.”
He groaned, his tongue swirling and sucking hard. “You taste f*****g amazing,” he murmured, his hands squeezing my ass. “Ride me, baby.”
I began moving, grinding against his face, my moans echoing in the night. The stars above us and
