The temperature of desire gradually rose in the lounge.
Geoffrey licked Roy's inner thighs, his tongue moving back and forth along the narrow slit. He seemed somewhat inexperienced, missing the sensitive spot several times.
Luckily, he was smart.
As Roy's breathing quickened, he increased the pressure. When Roy tugged at his hair, he knew to lick repeatedly. Soon, he took the lead and completely mastered the technique of pleasing the young woman.
Roy's petticoat had somehow rolled up to her waist. The tie-front panties were also undone and tossed onto the bench cushion. Geoffrey held down her thighs, forcing her to open up to him and gently pecked the hidden flower gate.
"You're really cute here."
His voice was husky with passion, his eyes misty with emotion as he spoke. Every time he bowed his head to lick her, his expression was focused, as if reciting a beloved sonnet.
