“I know what you like, baby. I know you like when I take it slow at first, exploring your pussy before I settle on your clit. Put two fingers inside your pussy and massage that wall lightly. That’s my tongue inside you baby, fucking you with it like it’s my cock.”

I let out a moan as I picture his face between my legs, his thick tongue wedged inside of me. I gasp as I hit one of my spots.

“Oh, that feel good?”

I nod, words escaping me as I’m just trying to focus on breathing. I put a hand behind me to hold myself up as I begin to rock myself against my hand, my body beginning to build toward the peak.

“Look at me, baby.”

I open my eyes and stare at him as he pulls at his dick.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He drops his eyes to my pussy. “Look how wet you are.” His eyes darken and I watch as he licks his lips.

I whimper in response. “Baby, I… lick my clit.”

“Drag your fingers up, baby.”

I nod, doing as I’m told and find my clit and immediately start rubbing faster and harder. “Spread your lips and show me how wet you are.” I sit up straighter and use one hand to open me up while my other hand rubs at my clit. “That’s it. God, I love watching your clit when you’re ready to come. It’s so slick and wet and fuck it’s perfect.”

“Mmmm.” I let out a low moan feeling my orgasm looming. “JP.”

“Right there, Angel. I know you’re close.”

I nod. “I want to come.” It’s a desperate plea that I know he’ll oblige.

“Do you?”

“Yes!” I cry out.

“Get on your knees and ride my face then. I want your cum all over my lips and chin. I want my beard to smell like your pussy for hours after.”

I do as I’m told, getting on my knees and leaning forward slightly to ride my hand like I would his face. From this angle, he probably can’t see as clearly between my legs but he can see my face which he loves almost as much when we’re like this. Getting a close up look of my face when I come.

“Mmmm, JP.”

All my hairs stand up on end as a tremor moves through me and I feel like all of my nerves have been short circuited. My breasts jiggle and move with the erratic movements of my hand causing a growl to escape the man on the other side of the computer.

“Jesus, fuck. I need you to come, Whitney. Come right fucking now,” he commands. “I need your orgasm, on my tongue. Come on, baby, let me taste you.”