She shuddered but his grip on her and the wall at her back keep her steady for now. He always did like to make her talk... or cry out... or scream.. or beg.

"Ok, like how that big tongue feels on my nipples. Hard and raspy and then you'd suck on them and it hurts so good." His tongue was like sandpaper if he flattened it and he could make her squeal.

Did he want more? "Or when you ate my pussy like you were starving and I was a four course meal. I could feel your tongue inside me hitting my gspot." The memory made her knees weak and the hand on his shoulder moved between her legs to soothe the heat building there. "Still the only guy whoes made me cum so hard I squirt."