Good Times

Beads of sweat clung to her flushed skin as she fought to breath. Her body was on fire, her heart pounding and her brain centered on his tongue which was currently buried inside her hole. She could only squirm and gasp for air as he ate her out. Her legs were draped around his broad, strong shoulders, squeezing his face every time he thrust in. Pinned down to the mattress by his face, she writhed and squirmed in rapture. He parted her knees further and bit onto her clit. She responded with a weak whimper, her eyes blurry with tears. She could only moan and whimper as he toyed with her pussy. How to resist his brute strength.

Asher allayed the pain by rolling his tongue over her clit. Her sweet moans were music to his ears. They turn him on and make him want to gut her until she forgets everything except for his name and him. He brought his nose closer to her soft pink flesh and sniffed, addicted to the savory scent of her arousal. She smelled sweet and tasted beyond heavenly. He stu