Igris was a man of focus and sheer will, and he applied that same intensity to her pleasure. He licked her center gently and slowly, savoring the drug-like flavor of her juices. He circled her clit with the tip of his tongue before flattening it to broadly lap at her folds.
"Oh god, Igris," she moaned, her hips grinding against his face, her juices smearing across his chin and cheeks. "Your tongue... it's... oh! Oh! Right there, yes, don't stop, please don't stop!"
He looked up the length of her body, watching her face contort in pleasure, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth open, her head thrown back against the pillows. Her breasts heaved with her ragged breathing, the nipples still wet and red from his earlier attention. She was lost in sensation, completely surrendered to what he was doing to her.
