I dove back in, tongue lashing her clit, fingers pumping faster, thumb brushing the sensitive spot just above her entrance. I moved up her body just enough to take one nipple into my mouth, sucking in time with my tongue below, grazing it gently with my teeth.
Her breathing turned into soft, desperate cries—"Master, Master, please—" over and over, higher and needier each time.
I curled my fingers harder, sucked her clit between my lips, and fluttered my tongue fast and relentless.
That broke her.
Minne's whole body went stiff, thighs clamping around my head, back arching clear off the mattress. A long, shaky cry tore out of her as she came, hard, pussy pulsing wildly around my fingers, fresh wetness coating my hand and chin. I kept licking gently, drawing it out until she was trembling, oversensitive, pushing weakly at my shoulders with little whimpers.
