These men were merciless, torturing her swollen clit with their tongues, each man coming to her with new energy and vigor as he licked her pussy with his own signature style. One man spent his turn gently nibbling her little nub with his teeth, causing her to strain in her bonds and try to escape even as she came all over herself. With the blindfold on, she had no idea how long she’d been there or how much longer she would be enduring the talented tongues of the Gentlemen’s Club clientele. Then she heard a familiar voice. Jonathan. Her pulse inexplicably raced at the sound of his voice as he leaned into her ear. She could feel the warmth of his skin, feel the whisper of his hot breath on her ear and smell just the slightest whiff of expensive cologne. “Have you had enough, Georgia?” Georgia didn’t know what to say. She instinctively tried to close her legs, forgetting again that they were bound far apart. She felt his hand drop between her thighs and she moaned as he dipped his finger deep inside her pussy—and there was definitely no plastic wrap there.
