On the other end of the sensation, Zeyra was already losing control.
The moment his tongue pushed inside her, her whole body reacted like it had been electrocuted. This feeling was completely unlike the filling sensation of his thick cock.
It was softer, more flexible, and somehow more intimate… sliding deep and pressing against places that made her stomach clench.
Her inner walls tried to squeeze down around the intrusion on pure reflex, but the softness of his tongue only molded to the pressure and kept going, stretching her open in a way that felt both invasive and addictive.
Every time he curled or thrust, a bright spike of pleasure shot straight up through her core. It would start low, right behind her clit, then spread outward in hot waves that made her thighs shake and her toes dig into the moss.
The heat inside her pussy felt like it was climbing higher with every stroke, as if her own body was melting around his tongue.
