"No, my Queen... it is exactly where I belong," he purred against her bare flesh.
Without another second of hesitation, he flattened his tongue and delivered a long, slow lick right up her soaking center.
"Ahhhhh! Stop... this is... this is worse than before!" she cried out, her fingers digging frantically into the silk pillows.
But her protests only fueled his madness. Silver buried his face deeper into her crotch, using his fingers to part her swollen folds as his thick tongue slid deeply between her inner lips. He began to greedily lap up her sweet, sticky fluids, the heavy, wet sounds of his aggressive sucking and licking echoing loudly in the quiet pavilion. Combined with her nonstop, broken moans, the raw obscenity of the noises was completely humiliating—even for someone like her, who was never easily embarrassed.
