He changed only the work inside the same kneel; he never left the table and never rushed the claim. He would then push his tongue into her until her entrance clenched and spilled over his chin, drink it, drag up through her inner petals until they clung glossy to his mouth, then seal around her clit and suck until her thighs shook against his shoulders.
His other hand stayed on her teardrop breast with his thumb on her wet peak, and when her hand slipped on the wood he caught her wrist and put it in his hair so she had something to hold on to.
"I've got you... I am going to pleasure you goddess off these past weeks you missed my tongue and cock," he murmured into her pussy, warm and shameless, and went right back in.
He did not stop when she started shaking. Why the hell on earth would he?
