Aysling swayed her hips backward, opening herself wider, lost in passion, while a long and flexible tongue invaded her tiny, virgin entrance.

Her own hands began to fondle her breasts as provocative moans escaped her slightly parted lips.

It felt so damn good. She wanted more.

A tongue alone wasn’t enough—her body craved something harder, bigger, something that would bring the orgasm building deep in her belly.

"More, ah, deeper, mmm," she moaned.

It hurt at times, but she loved the way he grow