𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍.

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘.

⌖ YOU DESERVE EVERYTHING | O29. ‹ ⚜ ›
❝ beg me, the correct way Iris ... or we gon' be here all fucking night. ❞

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He closed his eyes, his warm breath sent chills across her skin before he enveloped her swollen clit with his mouth, sucking gently at first, drawing out a moan from her. With a flick of his tongue, he began to maneuver skillfully, alternating between teasing flicks & gentle sucking.

"More baby." She moaned before biting down hard on her lip. Each flick of his tongue sent waves of pleasure coursing through her as her ass twerked above his head.

Hearing her ask for more, he changed his approach, shaking his head side to side in a rougher manner, his lips creating a suction that pulled on her clit. The slurping sounds increased in volume, mingling with her cries that resonated just as high. "Fuck! Fuck!" She cried out repeatedly. Each movement of his head heightened her pleasure. "Fuck baby! Okay! I'm sorry, slow down!" She moaned deeply, a cocky grin spreading across his wet lips.

"What's wrong Iris? You asked for this," he said against her, before he began to work with abandon, his movements growing sloppier, as if his mission was to have his tongue explore every part of her.

Suddenly, with a swift movement, his tongue darted out, exploring her second hole. The unexpected feeling caused her to jolt forward, a surprised gasp escaping her lips but before she could go too far, he wrapped his strong arms around her thighs, locking her in & pulling her back against his tongue.  "Uh uh, whea' you going?" He asked, relishing the way her body responded to his touch. His tongue delving deeper, exploring her in ways that made her squirm.

"Jasiah what the fuckkk!" Iris moaned with focus, she couldn't help but revel in it, finding all too much liking in the new, unexpected pleasure that he unlocked for her. Her hand reached back, her fingers tangling in the loose curls that sat perfectly on the top of his head as she pull him closer, as if to claim more of that intoxicating pleasure.

"Mhmmm," Iris nodded frantically, feeling his attention be shared between both holes. Warm salvia glistened her skin, cascading down & dripping onto his chin, shirt & the chains adorning his collarbone. "Just like that baby."

She didn't make it any easier on herself, knowing Jasiah—who every bitch wanted, whether it was spoken or unspoken—had his pretty face & perfect features nestled between her thighs. His muscular, tattooed arms locked around her, securing her in place, preventing her from running from the wonders his soft tongue worked on her, as his sole purpose was to please her.

She could feel him hum, a low, rhythmic vibration against her wet folds as his lips enclosed around her clit to kiss it slowly & passionately, his head tilting slightly sideways as if to deepen the connection. Iris pushed her arch deeper, her lashes fluttering in a desperate attempt to remain open, but her eyes rolled back, revealing the whites. Her moans spilled from her lips in soft, breathy whispers that escalated into deeper, more desperate cries as he continued. Each tremor in her voice carried a reflection of her body's response to him.