Shawn has his face buried between my thighs and he is taking his sweet time with me, his mouth hot and insistent as he works me over with slow, deliberate strokes. From this angle, you get a full view of him in action, his hands gripping my hips before sliding down to push his fingers deep inside me, curling against my spot while his tongue keeps perfect pace. I can hear myself moaning, breathless and building, and I can feel the low sounds he makes vibrating through me with every lap. He shifts his rhythm, fingering me harder, sucking my clit with focused hunger, driving me straight toward the edge. My body tenses, thighs clamping around his head as I cry out, shuddering through my climax with Shawn still lapping at me, drawing out every last pulse until I go completely limp beneath him.
