[Some primal part of his brain wishes she would clamp her thighs around his head. Billy’s always loves using his mouth; always loved the way he could use his tongue to drive a girl or a boy wild, bring them undone and wailing. Steve’s so fucking loud, still, and Billy loves that too - fucks into her with a crooked finger, slow to start, to let her get used to the feeling.
He flattens his tongue against her clit, lets her buck up onto it before he sucks it back in, lavishes at her and grunts, moans. He shifts, kisses her hip and presses the pad of his thumb against her clit, sucks in a breath through his nose and looks up through his eyelashes. Watches the way she writhes, the way her tits and rock and bounce. ]
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He flattens his tongue against her clit, lets her buck up onto it before he sucks it back in, lavishes at her and grunts, moans. He shifts, kisses her hip and presses the pad of his thumb against her clit, sucks in a breath through his nose and looks up through his eyelashes. Watches the way she writhes, the way her tits and rock and bounce. ]
You think you can take two fingers, baby? For me?