“You’re so goddamn filthy!”
“Is that a complaint?”
I press the pads of my fingers to my clit and rub gently as he stares down at me.
“Does that feel good?”
“It’s…okay.”
“Did you like it when I ate your pussy?”
The room feels like it just got ten degrees hotter.
“Well?”
I swallow. “Yes…”
“Ask me to do it again.”
“You’re such a fucker.”
“Ask.”
“Will you do that thing you did?”
He laughs hard, his face turning red.
“You’re going to have to be a lot more specific than that.”
I have to admit; it was pretty vague.
“Um, will you lick me?”
“Where?”
His brazen request needles my arousal.
“Please lick my pussy.”
“Okay, but I want you to keep rubbing that pretty little clit of yours while I fuck you with my tongue.”
“You’re a monster.”
“I warned you about that already. Now let me see those fingers dance.”
I’m so wet, it’s hard to get a good grip, but I obey, circling my sensitive nub with my fingers.
Gage watches, inserting an obscenely large finger into my cunt. I squeeze, marveling at how thick just one finger is. Then, he takes it out and replaces it with his tongue. It stretches deep inside of me, seeking the hidden recesses of my channel.
A day ago, I didn’t know this feeling existed, and now I can’t think of anything I’d like to feel more.
He brings the finger coated with my cum up to my mouth, tracing my lips. Unable to stop myself, I suck, relishing the tangy flavor.
After drilling in me a few times, he gives a long lick up my slit, which just about makes me scream.
He’s massive, even his tongue is big. He can cover the entirety of my ‘fat pussy’ with the width of his very attentive appendage, which blows my freaking mind.
His tongue dances up and down my folds, edging me closer and closer to my desired conclusion.