CINDY’S POV
“Ohhh… Damiaannn!” A soft, shaky moan rolled from my lips, the lick making my core ache with oversensitivity.
He slurped at my pus sy, loud and wet, his tongue diving into my folds and sucking up every drop of my juices.
“You taste so fcking sweet, babe.”
His hands gripped my as!s cheeks, spreading me open wider as he ate me out raw.
His tongue fcked deep inside me, then flicked my cl!twith quick, teasing strokes.
“Yes, baby, lick me!” I cried out, pushing back against his face.
The sounds he made—low groans and wet slurps—made it all dirtier, hotter.
My hands fogged the glass, my knees buckling as a fresh, urgent heat built inside me.
Just then, an unexpected rain started pounding down outside—sudden and heavy, drops splattering the window as if the universe itself ha
