I could confidently say that Levi had always been good with using his tongue.

That was one of the things that I loved about him before; he took the time to learn how to press my sweet button in a way that would have me squirming in pleasure.

The roughness of his tongue when he would lick against my button and folds and the weird swirling action that he never explained to me were particularly my favorites.

But this time, it wasn't about what I liked. This time, he was the one that would lay ...