My body jerked too violently, and before I knew it, I was already spilling out shots of pussy juice as I reached orgasm without realizing it.
"Wow, you have a real talent." He said, taking his hand out and looking at the sticky liquid that clung to his fingers and slowly rolled down.
I breathed hard and then looked up at him, only to watch him move his hand to his lips, and then with a small movement of his tongue, he took a taste of my insides.
Seeing this, I trembled. Why... Would he do that?
"You seem plenty ready now," he said, his grin spreading from ear to ear. It felt like he was exploiting me, honestly, but for some reason, I didn't hate it.
Thanks to letting out one orgasm, my mind cleared a bit and I decided to have a conversation with him first, but he got impatient.
Getting a taste of my insides and watching me tremble like a leaf turned him on so much that there was a heavy hue of red on his face.
