I leaned back, resting on my haunches, watching Joyce's chest heave with ragged breaths.
"Two-minute man, huh?" I chuckled, the sound vibrating with a dark, predatory edge. "If I'm so pathetic, Joyce, then why are you shaking? Why is your pussy weeping for me?"
She didn't respond with words; she couldn't.
I reached down, but I didn't shove my cock back inside her yet. Instead, I decided to taste her defiance. I leaned in, my tongue tracing the smooth, bright pink folds of her sex. I licked up and down, savoring her musky, feminine flavor, my hands gripping her toned thighs so tightly my knuckles turned white.
She let out a strangled moan, her body arching violently into my face. She was incredibly wet, her slick arousal coating my tongue as I focused on her clit, sucking and flicking the engorged pearl. The sensation was overwhelming. Her back arched off the mattress so high I could see the strain in every corded muscle of her legs.
