Ashby's skin was pale, almost porcelain, flushed crimson under the oil's heat. Tears cut thick honeyed tracks down her cheeks—amber and golden, like liquid resin.
Her eyes held terror and longing, glistening with tears that dripped into the chocolate pooling at my knees.
Her climax wasn't a scream. It was a shuddering whisper: "Tender… Lord..."
I lapped the salt tears from her skin, tongue swirling around her clit where honey mingled with salt, slick and wet. I tasted fear, arousal, shame, surrender—and I drank that too.
Madison burned between her ass and cunt—dual infernos. I pressed my flat tongue over her clit and blew, cool air against molten heat.
She snarled like a furnace resisting taming. "BURN ME CLEAN!" Her voice shook stone.
Oh God, the taste… her cunt was scorching—silk soaked in sweat, fabric clinging to flesh. I lapped faster, tasting smoke and spice where chili burned thick, richer than candy.
