Henry used his tongue to separate my labia. He licked the side of cunt lips, licked everywhere except the bud in the middle.
My clit ached, I wanted to feel his tongue. Would it feel better than how his c**k had pressed against it?
“Oh, please.” I didn’t know when I began to beg or when I began raising my hips and guiding my clit to his tongue.
Henry chuckled. “Easy Jo,” he said, “you’re making my d**k really hard.”
He continued licking, his tongue sliding down the slits of p***y.
“Please, f**k, Henry, please,” I begged once more, my voice ragged, airy, like I didn’t have enough oxygen to support my words.
While Daniel watched, his d**k began to harden again, his bulge becoming more visible through the fabrics of his pajamas.
With one powerful swipe, Henry licked my clit and my body
