She thought he’d have let her come by now, yet he had no intention of it. Feeling her hips sway up and down with the rhythm of his cruel tongue makes him want to push her way past her limits. He circles her clitoris for a minute; that slithering wet sensation tracing the very edges of her swollen button makes her scream and plead.
After a minute, he strokes it left and right over the tip of her throbbing clit ten times. The way she shudders every time he makes contact with it gives him more reason to never stop this torturous cycle.
On and on he goes… a minute of circling before ten whips of his patient tongue. She had prayed that he would have gotten tired by now, that he wouldn’t be able to keep it up for so long.
Now all she can do is cry out for mercy. He simply smirks… another minute coming up.
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