Kaitlyn shivered in his arms, stabilizing herself with a grip on his shoulders.

By now. the thong was soaked from the ministrations of his tongue as well as the flood of her juices. Tugging at the fabric with his teeth, he drew it down over her mound, pausing to rub his lips over the soft curls covering it before dragging the thong down her legs. He wanted to rip the damn thing from her body but he took care instead, lifting first one leg then the other so she could step out ...