Transformation

His mouth found her again at exactly six forty-two on the eighteenth of May. She pushed down onto his tongue and held him there, the sweep of it moving through her until the heat pooled hot between her thighs. She tightened around the pressure, rode that rhythm, then reached down to spread herself wider for him. He answered without hesitation. His cock hung heavy beneath him, pulsing, thick with need, yet he kept his focus on her body, listening to every shift, every sound she made. She ground against his lips, soaking him, her thighs trembling as the first sharp wave hit and she let it take her.