His mouth closed over my pussy, his tongue plunging into my folds with aggressive force. I cried out again, bucking my hips forward, slamming my sex harder to his face. He growled and sank his nails into the flesh of my butt cheeks, holding me still as he stabbed deeper into my cunt with his tongue. I groaned. I whimpered. I made stupid noises that I’d never made before, all the while, trying to grind my sex to his mouth, wanting him to fill me with his tongue. He refused, withdrawing slightly to part my folds with his fingers. Cool air streamed over my clit and I gasped, gripping the chains holding my arms above my head. I needed an anchor, otherwise I would be lost to the pleasure consuming me. Torr blew on my spread pussy again, his breath a soft caress that sent waves of delicious ripples through my body. I caught my bottom lip with my teeth and closed my eyes, tightening my grip on the chains when he returned his mouth to my sex and flicked his tongue over my clit. “Yes,” I gasped, bucking in his hold.
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