My toes curled, my hands unconsciously gripping Dylan's hair as another climax surged through me. But he didn't stop. His lips and tongue continued their magic below, driving me mad with pleasure.
"Dylan… stop…"
Despite my broken pleas, Dylan remained buried in my continuously flowing spring, greedily lapping and drinking every drop without letting any fall.
I wasn't sure when his fingers had plunged deep inside, only knowing they worked in harmony with his lips and tongue, ravaging my sanctuary below, turning my mind into chaos.
Though it felt incredible, it still wasn't enough. I needed something bigger, thicker, and hotter. Something to fill the emptiness within. My entire body writhed from the deep itch inside that Dylan's fingers couldn't reach.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" I urged ceaselessly. If he kept teasing me like this, I would go insane.
Finally Dylan lifted his face. Dear God, his features were drenched, completely a mess in my release.
The sight only aroused me more.
