Shemika 

Wet sounds filled the room-sounds of his tongue sucking and mopping my pussy, and the rough moan that tore out of my throat.

He did this with a maddening rhythm, and to be honest, it was sinful but delicious.

One of his hands went for my thigh and he gripped it apart, widening my legs the more.

He also used the chance to steady my trembling thigh as he licked my wetness.

His other hand slid up to my chest and he began to roll my nipples playfully between his ...