Tasty. Part 9

When he comes back onto the bed he drops his tongue into her mouth and she tastes herself on his tongue. She isn’t sure how she feels about this, but her cunt is so wet now, that she appreciates the fact that her body is playing along. She knows that he will get in easier with his monster tonight, but only if he doesn’t spend too much time lapping up her natural lubrication so that he leaves her dry. The last thing she wants is to be dry, especially not tonight.

“I’m only here for a year,” she says suddenly, not sure where this came from.

He is already between her legs, with his mouth re-exploring every sweet crevice of her, so he doesn’t answer her. Jamal really seems to enjoy the taste of her, she fleetingly thinks. Just as abruptly, thoughts of worry are quickly replaced with an unexpected wave of desire, coaxed forward by the heat of his tongue rhythmically suckling the thickness of her clit.

She finds herself having had an orgasm too soon. Still panting, and t