(From Blue's Perspective)
He got me out of my pants completely and ripped my undergarment with a crispy noise, which was satisfying, but utterly unnecessary.
I did not even bother asking him what was the point of ripping it when he could just take it off just like he did with the pants. I had been with him for long enough to know that not everything he did needed a reason, sometimes they were done on a whim and he did not care enough to think if he should do it or not. In his mind, whatever he did was right and even if it was not, he did not care.
He kissed my thighs, slowly going up. And then I felt it. His tongue was on my sensitive spot. I let out a moan as his tongue licked my clit and then over the opening. He gently licked me, as if he was worshipping my body.
