"Oh! F*ck you, Zeenare!" She cursed, as he lips claimed her clit, tongue swaying like bee over honey.
Her feet curled as she got closer to her orgasm, but Zeenare wasn't ready to let her go so easily.
He placed a vibrator on her hardened pin, wave upon Wave of goosebumps spreading over her like sheets, gradually increasing the intensity.
"Fu-ck!" The word echoed in her jaw, her body convulsing as she lay flat on the table. Her hand itched to yank it off, but she couldn't bring herself to, she wanted more.
And Zeenare intended to give her that, he pressed two more numbers and her brain snapped
"Please stop. Please make it stop," she begged.
But he didn't. He watched hungryly as his pulse throbbed with needs, while she trembled.
Her juice dripping on the table, her eyes rolled behind her head, when suddenly her pot clenched tightly to the invasion of his two fingers.
"Zeenare, please." Her begging continued.
