Phei moved lower.
His cold tongue—plunged into Patricia Bloom's dripping cunt—deep, sudden, brutal—spearing past her fluttering outer lips and sinking balls-deep into the scorching, slick velvet of her core. The icy shock against her fever-hot walls made her entire body jolt like she'd been electrocuted.
He gave up on the slow thrusts and gave her deep, and fast. Her mind drifting from pleasure and wonder at how his tongue was managing to thrust deep er into her pussy.
"Fuck—cold—your tongue—so fucking cold inside me—" She gasped, voice cracking high and sharp, hips snapping upward involuntarily not caring at how high pitched her voice was anymore.
He curled the thick, frozen muscle upward instantly, dragging hard along her front wall, scraping that spongy, ridged G-spot with ruthless, deliberate pressure while his chilled lips sealed tight around her entrance like a hungry seal.
At the same time bringing with him the juices he cleaned from her pussy.
