Lyla
I clutched the orb, my soft moans filling the room as Xander expertly played with my outer lips, spreading the wetness pooling from it like lubrication before moving to my nub. With one probing finger, he found my rock-hard nub and began to rub his finger up and down, imitating my previous action.
I began to buck my hips up and down, following the movement of his hand.
"You're so perfect, Lyla," Xander said suddenly, with wistfulness in his voice. "Does it feel good?'
My only reply was to throw my head back even further moaning with delight. His breath was warm against my skin as he worked his tongue expertly, flicking it up and down, probing, searching… slowly, he inserted one finger, pulling it back and forth to spread the wetness fully. He pushed in until he was up to his knuckle and could go no further.
