Larissa Ione

She licked again, taking her time,even though she didn't need to; her first stroke numbed the bite site. No, this second taste was for her, not him, and there was no lying about that. "I'm starting to feel like a Tootsie Pop, here" he rasped. She couldn't contain a smile. " Yes. . . how did that old commercial go?" She licked him. "One. " She licked him again, and he moaned. "Two. " She licked him once more, and his hips came off the bed, "Three.