Just an hour ago, Kyle couldn't have thought that he would be here, at Amanda's house, buried between her legs, comforting her this way.
But here he was.
"Kyle...nngh...so hasty..." She moaned, her hand threading between his hair as his tongue lapped her juices.
Kyle only growled against her dripping pussy in response, the vibration making her hips jerk. He was not hasty. He was starving.
His tongue pressed flat and broad, dragging slowly from her leaking entrance all the way up to her swollen clit before he circled the sensitive bud with tight, hungry strokes.
The taste of her flooded his mouth, sweet and slick, and he groaned like a man finally given water after days in the desert.
Amanda's thighs trembled around his head as he devoured her.
He sucked her clit between his lips, flicking the tip of his tongue rapidly over it while two thick fingers slid back inside her tight heat.
