Over The Edge II : The Ultimate Jerk Off Challenge

His tongue traced every fold, tasting heat and slick. She pushed against his mouth, breath hissing through her teeth. He caught her clit between his lips and sucked once, slow and firm. Her thighs snapped shut around his head and just as fast they fell open again, shaking. A thread of spit still clung to his lip when he pulled back. He wiped it away with the back of his hand and looked at her cunt, open and glistening under the low light. One finger slid in, knuckle-deep, then another, twisting to catch the spot that made her curse. Her hips rolled like she needed more and could not say it yet. He bent again, pressed his mouth to the same spot his fingers stroked inside, and sealed his lips around her. The room held nothing but the wet sound of his tongue and her soft, broken sounds every time he sucked.