No matter what Jacqueline said or how much she begged, Robby didn't stop. He pressed his tongue against her swollen clit, varying the pressure, vibrating it with his lips, while simultaneously sliding his fingers in and out of her vagina.
Jacqueline's legs kept closing and opening. Her hips twisted wildly as she grabbed Robby's shoulders, sometimes hitting them.
"Uhh, haa, ah, aaah, aahhh— Something… something's coming! Aaah, no, I'm scared, aaah, aaaaah, aaaaaaaaahhhhh—!!"
Jacqueline's whole body tensed up. She pushed her clit hard against Robby's tongue and thrust her hips forward. Her body trembled violently, then her legs stiffened and froze in place.
*Did Jacqueline just cum?* Robby wondered. He pulled his face out from under her skirt and looked up at her. Her head was tilted back, so he couldn't see her face clearly. Gradually, the stiffness left her body and her head lowered. Her face was bright red, and her eyes were filled with tears.
"Robby… you naughty boy…"
