Oh, Jesus. The words are so loud in her head she's pretty sure if she didn't have her tongue buried in wet pussy she would have screamed them. There's a fleeting thought that goes through her mind about how she's able to recognize Roland's touch without seeing him, but she lets it go. She's not ready to deal with the repercussions of that and she's got way better things to focus on at the moment.
She pushes back against his tongue, fucking herself against him and so filthy and so decadent her brain is shorting out a little bit and that might be partly to do with the fact that the coke has her heart pounding out of her chest. She feels like she's hooked up to a live wire.
The woman she's licking gets her hand in Diane's hair and pulls hard enough that it stings and Diane knows she's right on the edge. It's hard to concentrate on giving pleasure when Roland is practically crawling inside of her face first, but they are all beyond the point where finesse is necessary, so she keeps at it. Keeps the rhythm of her tongue and her fingers until the woman screams and her muscles twitch and her thighs are clamped around Diane's ears, blocking out the world.
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She pushes back against his tongue, fucking herself against him and so filthy and so decadent her brain is shorting out a little bit and that might be partly to do with the fact that the coke has her heart pounding out of her chest. She feels like she's hooked up to a live wire.
The woman she's licking gets her hand in Diane's hair and pulls hard enough that it stings and Diane knows she's right on the edge. It's hard to concentrate on giving pleasure when Roland is practically crawling inside of her face first, but they are all beyond the point where finesse is necessary, so she keeps at it. Keeps the rhythm of her tongue and her fingers until the woman screams and her muscles twitch and her thighs are clamped around Diane's ears, blocking out the world.