I let my tongue flick out again—once, twice—teasing the fine dark hairs that had grown in unchecked, then nipped lightly at the sensitive crease where arm met torso. Her whole frame shuddered violently; fresh slickness coated my fingers still buried deep in her pussy.
The tight ring of her ass clenched around the finger I'd worked inside, pulsing in helpless rhythm with every filthy word.
"You let it get this wild just for me to find, didn't you?" I growled softly, dragging my tongue in one long, obscene stripe from the center of her pit up to the inner curve of her bicep.
"All soft and neglected… waiting for your husband to come lick you clean like the dirty little secret you are."
Across the bed, Angela's breathing had turned ragged—still trying to fake sleep, but the hitch in every exhale gave her away. Lisa stayed statue-still, but I could feel the shift in the air: thicker now, electric, like the cave itself was holding its breath.
