Caroline shuddered violently, her entire body reacting as his warm, soft tongue made contact with her wet, aching pussy.
The first slow, deliberate lick dragged from the very bottom of her slit all the way up to her swollen clit, parting the glistening pink folds of her wet pussy like velvet being sliced open.
The taste of her exploded across Trevor's tongue, sweet, tangy, and impossibly addictive, mixed with the faint mineral warmth of the bathwater still clinging to her skin.
"Oh—fuck— Trevor!" Caroline's voice cracked, high and desperate, as she gripped the slick edge of the tub armrest with white-knuckled fingers. Her legs trembled on his shoulders, heels digging into the hard muscles of his back like she was trying to pull him even closer. Trevor didn't tease. He devoured. He licked the hell out of her pussy with raw, hungry intensity, flattening his tongue into a wide, thick pad and dragging it over every inch of her dripping cunt in long, filthy strokes.
