Nellie's whole body jerked.
He ran his tongue slowly across the soft ring of muscle.
She let out a cry that she smothered into her sleeve a second too late.
He pressed his tongue against her and then into her, only a little, and she gasped his name into the cloth. Her hips began to shake.
He held them still and licked her again, slowly and thoroughly, from her asshole down to her dripping pussy and back again.
Her knees knocked together.
Wetness smeared across his chin and her inner thighs. Her asshole clenched and released under his tongue in small, helpless pulses.
"Lor, I— Lor, wait— I'm— I'm going to—"
He did not wait.
She went completely rigid.
Her back bowed.
Her mouth opened on a silent scream, and every muscle in her body locked tight.
For several long seconds she did not breathe at all. Her thighs spasmed.
The bench creaked under her toes. Her asshole fluttered hard against his tongue.
