"You may begin."
Brodie knew what he was doing. He pressed her soft-skinned legs apart and started at her left ankle, letting his tongue limn the delicate bones of her foot and ankle. Her hiss told him that he was on the right track. Her calves were hard and sculpted and his tongue traveled along the taut skin with extra care. This one was a trophy. It was important that he make her his own. She again responded to his touch like a woman that enjoyed it. Her knees moved farther apart, welcoming him into her juncture.
Lauren kept the gun steady, even while smiling into his dark eyes. He was good. If she was dirty, she would have been well-cleaned by now. He slowed and spent the most time when he reached the tender skin under, around and above her pussy, licking, sucking and nibbling her. Her thighs were smeared with cum so she was sure that was another reason he took extra time licking her clean.
As he started to move upward, she jerked up, gun trained and loosed a nervous laugh. "Hold it. You haven't earned that pleasure yet."
"Why not?"
"I'm a shy girl. I don't let just
any
one lick my pussy."
Brodie snickered, his thick hands caressing her damp thighs. "Somehow I find it hard to believe that you're a shy girl."
"Well, I am. Did you think that just because I flirted around with you at work ... what do you think I am? A whore?"
"Oh, no!" His fingertips traced sworls in her skin, on the inside of her knees and around the balls of her ankles, trying to divert her attention. "I'd never think that."
