Raul had Tiffany right on the edge.
She was on her back, legs spread wide, breathing fast as he teased her. Two fingers gently circled and stroked just inside the entrance of her pussy — slow, shallow movements that made her hips lift desperately toward his mouth.
At the same time, his tongue worked her swollen clit with perfect rhythm — long, slow licks followed by tight, wet suction that sent sparks shooting up her spine.
Tiffany’s thighs started trembling. Her fingers gripped his hair tighter as she moaned.
He didn’t speed up. He just stayed right there — fingers teasing her tight entrance, tongue sucking gently on her clit — until her whole body arched hard and she came with a deep, shuddering cry, pulsing around his fingers while he kept licking her through every wave.
