In between heavy breaths, you were begging me with utter desperation, “Please, please! XXX I knew it was torturing you to have such a sopping wet garment hugging your pussy, so I didn’t bother to take it off. It was no problem. You let out a moan as I was kissing you. All those years of masturbation have left me with a low tolerance for not having instant gratification, but you were right. You let out a moan as I was kissing you. I’m gonna, I’m gonna-” I took my fingers out just before you did. I then started to tease my tongue around your outer labia.
