Then slowly she settled into a steady, greedy rhythm… broad, wet swipes of her tongue across that exact spot, over and over, while her soft lips occasionally sealed around the head to suck between licks.
Sol's breath left him in a harsh exhale.
The sensation was pure, concentrated heaven.
He couldn't describe this feeling in words, as it was a different kind of pleasure from burying himself in a tight pussy.
Every stroke of her tongue across that hypersensitive edge sent thick pulses of pleasure straight into his gut. It felt like he could cum at any second.
The pressure kept climbing higher and higher with every wet lick, stacking at the base of his spine until his thighs were locked rigid and his fingers had tightened hard in her hair.
Yet no matter how long she worked that spot, no matter how greedily she sucked and stimulated the edge, the orgasm stayed just out of reach.
