Elena drew a sharp breath and then, with a soft, half-defeated noise, she let herself fall back onto the table with a dull thud, arms splaying slightly as if she'd collapsed under the weight of her embarrassment. "D…do it quick…" She mumbled, face turned to the side, neck flushed all the way down to the collarbone.
I didn't hesitate. That was all I needed.
Leaning in, I began to lick her again. My tongue ran slow, teasing circles over her entrance, tasting her, drawing out every hint of moisture I could. Her skin was hot, soft, and dampening with every stroke.
"Sluuurp… sluuurp…"
"H-haah… n-no…" Elena whimpered, her hands gripping the edge of the table now, knuckles white, trying to ground herself. Her voice was weak, breathless, and her legs twitched around me—but still, she didn't stop me.
She couldn't. Her body was already giving in.
