Brooke’s back is arched toward Brian, her head thrown back, and her eyes squeezed shut.
Brian bends in and takes a long slow swipe over her waiting pussy.
“Oooooooooohhhh,” she groans, her head rolling on her shoulders drunkenly.
She can feel her wetness, the silkiness against his tongue, it’s calling him, begging him to give her what she needs.
His mouth covers her mound and sucks.
“Brian, please…,” she moans pleadingly.
“What do you want, Pet?” he says, his voice deep.
“Fuck me, Brian, please…”
“How do you want me to fuck you?” he asks. His mouth is a whisper away from her quivering sex, his lips brushing her clit, lips, and labia when they move.
“Please Brian…,” her voice is rising, her need deepening.
“I’m going to fuck you Pet, nice and slow,” another long swipe.
“Yeeeeesssss,” the word long and guttural.
She’s gone, she’s flying, soaring, riding that decadent wave, getting lost in the high of his mouth and lips on her body. It’s incredible, it’s intoxicating, it’s extraordinary delirium, and she’s OD’ing on it.
Brian takes her ass cheeks in his hands, loving the feel of her smooth skin on his palms, and holds her tightly to his face. He plunges his tongue deeply inside her as her juices cover his face. Her hips move in rhythm with him as she holds onto the sleeves of the shirt tightly.
Yes, fuck me Brian, fuck me with your tongue, fuck me deep, fuck me hard…, she moves against him, with him, on him, riding his mouth, hungry and needy.
He closes his lips around her clit, sucking it into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue, working her furiously.
Brooke grinds her hips roughly against his face and screams.
Oh God! I need my cock inside her! he growls silently.