~~Molly~~
His tongue flicked around my clit, quick and relentless, the hot breath from his mouth fanning against my p***y, making it burn with need.
Every exhale sent waves of heat through my slick folds, my juices dripping down his chin as he devoured me.
I moaned, my body arching off the vanity, legs trembling on his shoulders, toes curling tight.
He dragged a mouthful of my wetness into his mouth, slurping loudly, the filthy sound echoing in the room. His hands gripped my thighs so hard, fingers digging into my skin, like he thought I’d bolt if he let go.
But why would I? I wanted him—every inch of his tongue worshipping my cunt, licking me clean, owning my p***y like it was his.
His left hand trailed up, tracing my stomach, then cupping my breast, squeezing it rough, his palm
