He was not listening to the please.
He was looking at the hairy cunt directly above her head.
He leaned forward over her body — his hands pressing into the dirt on either side of Rika's hips, his cock still working into her from behind without breaking rhythm — and brought his face level with the frozen pussy.
He opened his mouth.
He pressed his lips directly against the hairy slit and sucked.
The sound was wet and deep and deliberate — not a kiss, a full drawing vacuum, his lips sealing around the outer folds and pulling, his tongue pressing forward into the seam.
His tongue entered her.
The flat of it pressing between the labia, finding the wet inner walls, the sex demon's saliva entering the body of a woman who had been still as stone for the duration of the stopped afternoon.
It was not ordinary saliva.
