Good. She shouldn't be quiet. He wanted to hear her moan.
Dante kept it up with gusto, lapping between her folds, dragging his tongue up roughly over the nub of her apex. He always dug this: her taste, the way she moved, the wetness against his mouth.
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Date: 2017-11-11 04:07 am (UTC)Dante kept it up with gusto, lapping between her folds, dragging his tongue up roughly over the nub of her apex. He always dug this: her taste, the way she moved, the wetness against his mouth.
Mm.