64 - Becca

As if the way I was already losing my ribs was not enough, Fred still penetrated me with his tongue, in a circular and strong movement that left me on tiptoe. I just didn't scream with pleasure because I bit my lip right away, shaking my hands harder against the bed.

With both hands on my hips, Fred got fed up, smeared himself, drank and ate every point in my intimacy, took me to the limit in seconds. I couldn't see what he was doing, thanks to the size of my ass, but I could imagine. I could see him leaning, making me the center of his universe, while his mouth worked.

Imagining was being worse than seeing, and my heart gave a furious gallop when my tongue went around the surroundings of my entrance again, and those two fingers returned. At that moment, I cursed, I cried, prayed, committed at least fifty sins in every movement of entry and exit of the fingers, and in each step of tongue in my intimacy.

That was a very powerful trigger. It made me sweat. It made me close my eyes and r