Nick spun Georgia with a force that made her gasp, pressing her chest against the cold tiled wall. His palm pushed firmly at her lower back, bending her forward until she was helplessly arched.
"Hands on the wall," he commanded, his voice dark and rough. Then, without warning, he dropped to his knees.
Georgia looked over her shoulder in disbelief, her breath catching. "N-Nick? Wait—ahh!"
Her protest broke into a moan as his tongue found her, tracing a wicked path from her clit up through her slick folds, teasing her higher until her back hole, she shivered.
"Nick! D-don't—ahh! That's disgusting! Ahh!" she cried when he flicked against forbidden places, only for her words to dissolve into a raw wail as his fingers suddenly drove deep inside her dripping core.
