He ran his tongue across her slit, the simple action tearing down her resolve like it was made of paper. She moaned incessantly against the bench, her thighs squeezing oxygen from his head, but he was unrelenting.
He licked her slit, flickering her clitoris every once in a while, as much as his tongue allowed, determined to bring her to her fucking knees.
It wasn't until she started grinding against him, that he pulled his head out of her thighs, which shut tight immediately he was out, trying to augment their loss of contact.
"You want this, Princess. You know you do. Let me take care of you." He whispered, as he licked, bit and nibbled on her ass, showering it with all the love he could muster. "Open up to me, Bethany. You know you want to." He said with that voice he knew she was going to go crazy for.
