Chapter 8

Then he pulled out.

I whined at the loss; he left my body empty and aching, but before I could protest, his hands were on my hips, flipping me onto my hands and knees.

The cool air hit my ass, my pussy throbbing, my skin slick with oil and sweat. I heard the sound of his cock being stroked, the sound of him shifting behind me, and then his tongue was there, hot, wet, pressing against my asshole.

I shook, a broken sound escaping me as his tongue circled my tight entrance, ...