Night with Naughty princess [Part-2]
"Aah—! I can't—something's… happening—"
He didn't stop. His tongue curled, pressed deeper. His lips sealed perfectly around her clit, relentless and hungry.
The sounds were obscene—wet, slick, messy echoes filling the room.
Slrrrp… shlick… slrp…
His tongue drank her down, licking up every drop of her heat. He groaned low, guttural, like she was his favorite goddamn meal.
Because she was.
"Fuck," he muttered between licks, his voice muffled against her heat. "You taste so damn good…"
She shuddered now—legs shaking uncontrollably, arms trapped above her head, mouth open in soundless scream. Her pussy pulsed, slick and hungry, clenching around nothing, yearning for more.
"I c-can't…! I can't… it's too…
He clutched her thighs tighter, drawing her in as if he required her deeper, as if he couldn't even begin to get his fill of her flavor.
Then—his fingers joined the feast.
