The moment his tongue pressed through the damp lace—ah~—Samantha's back arched, her cunt clenching around nothing as if he'd speared her bare.
Every ridge of his tongue was hot against her folds, the fabric clinging wetly between them like a second skin, trapping his saliva in sticky, glistening strands.
His nose dug into her crease—huff~—as he dragged upward in one long, slow lick—slrrp~—the heat of his mouth branding her through the soaked lace.
Her thighs quivered—ngh~—a fresh trail of slickness oozing from her swollen entrance.
Samantha's breathing turned bated—huff~—as she bit down on her lower lip, the soft flesh yielding beneath her teeth.
A low moan—mngh~—escaped through her clenched jaw, trembling as she fought to keep her voice from rising into something louder, needier.
Her back arched deeper—ah~—the curve of her spine pressing her heavy breasts flush against the mattress, nipples dragging through the damp sheets with a faint squeak~ of friction.
