LaylaDante's tongue on me was heaven. It was even better than I had imagined. He would expertly lick my folds, using his tongue to tease all the sensitive parts of me, taking me to heaven and bringing me back. I could only moan and cry, my hips moving and grinding his face. Not like he minded, if anything, he seemed to revel in it.The slurping sounds emanating from him eating out was threatening to drive me crazy. My hands had already found a home in his hair, pushing and pulling, needing him to go faster. Except, he seemed to be taking his time. His pointy tongue would push past my opening and he would do nothing but lick and caress, his hands on my thighs making sure that my legs were kept apart."Oh, fuck. Dante." I moaned, grasping his hair. "Harder, please. Suck me so I can cum." I begged, my voice shaking. Instead, Dante slowed down, his licks becoming gentle and lazy. My mouth fell open but I couldn't scream. " Please, Dante. Please." He spread my pussy apart with his tongue,
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