Oh jeez, I loved that! He was literally tongue fucking me trying to get every last drop. Pretty much every night those panties would be slipped around my ankles so I could spread my legs and rub my clit until I came hard trying not to scream. I used to find it very annoying when he would steal my panties from the dirty washing basket just to run away with them and lick them to death. The hours I must have spent rubbing my mound, just grinding away onto that pillow, making my metal bed frame squeak slightly. I lay back to resume my attention on my sensitive little pussy and figured I wouldn’t force him but if he wanted to taste me again then I wouldn’t stop him. It was a matter of seconds before his snout was back between my thighs again. My favourite though was to have my knickers around my ankles and humping my pillow. If other people were around I’d be very discreet but the urge for satisfaction would outweigh the fear of getting caught at times. It was a matter of seconds
