Occasionally, he would slide two thick fingers just barely past her entrance… only the first knuckles… and curl them upward, pressing firmly against that spongy spot on her inner walls. He didn't thrust them deep. He simply held them there, rubbing in tiny, devastating circles while his tongue attacked her clit at the same time.
Each time Zeyra's breathing grew frantic, her thighs started shaking uncontrollably, and her pussy began clenching greedily around his fingers, Sol would pull away completely.
The first denial made her cry out in frustration.
The second denial had tears of overwhelming pleasure and need spilling down her flushed cheeks.
The third time, when he brought her right to the razor's edge again… her entire body locked up, back arched high off the bed, mouth open in a silent scream… but he pulled back once more, leaving her pussy to twitch desperately.
But this time, Zeyra finally broke.
