Frida

“Ahh… Stanley…that’s enough,” I croak out as he continues to lick my clit. He spreads my labia with his fingers and aggressively drags his tongue over the sensitive flesh, occasionally dipping down to tease my core.

I wanted to cry, but all I could manage was little sobs and moans of pleasure. I want him to stop. But then, I don’t want him to stop. “Stan… Stan, please…” I croak out as he nibbles on my clit and soothes my agony with lazy picks.

I feel like I’m weak ...