He didn’t bother to deny it, preferring instead to show her exactly what his dirty mouth could do. He skirted around her clit in favor of lapping at her entrance and then slipping his tongue inside. She whined a low, needy sound at that and he couldn’t help but grind himself against the mattress, his cock absolutely aching with the need for relief. It felt  too  good so he forced himself to stop — he would be coming inside her or, at the very least, somewhere on her skin,  not in his trousers. The prospect of it gave him a guyline to anchor his lust to and he breathed a slow exhale through his nose as he fucked his tongue inside her again. 