Midnight Backshots With My Neighbour (3)
He looked up, his mouth still glistening, eyes dark with hunger. “Keep saying my name like that.”
And just like that, he slid his thick thumb inside her dripping pússy. The stretch made her gasp. Her thighs trembled around his head. His tongue kept working her clít while his thumb pumped in and out of her, building the pressure fast and mercilessly.
She gripped his hair, tugging, panting, her eyes fluttering shut as the orgasm rolled over her without warning. “I’m coming,” she gasped, legs quaking as waves of pleasure tore through her.
Collins didn’t stop. His mouth stayed locked to her clít, his tongue lapping up every shudder, every cry. Only after she collapsed back, chest rising and falling fast, did he lift his head. He licked he
