"Can you prove that?" She asked, to which I just smiled at her dare.
I didn't answer with words.
I answered by burying my face between her spread thighs and dragging my tongue in one long, filthy, obscene stripe from the very base of her dripping slit all the way up to the swollen, throbbing pearl of her clit, lapping up every drop of her sweet, musky nectar in one slow, savoring sweep that made her entire body jerk violently and a shattered, guttural moan rip free from her throat—"Ahhh—Peter—fuck—that's so—!"
The taste of her pussy enveloped my tongue—her juice was thick, sweet, heady, addictive—
I groaned deep into her cunt but kept going, circling the sensitive hood with the flat of my tongue in broad, lazy strokes while my fingers slid up to trap her clit between two digits, rolling and pinching the swollen nub with firm, relentless pressure that had her hips bucking wildly into my face like she was already losing control as she fucked her pussy on my mouth.
