Make Up

"You like this, huh?" Hawk put more forced into what he was doing that Simione could feel his fingers on her inner walls making it sore. The little pain however came with waves of pleasure like it was torturing and intoxicating at the same time. He pushed and pulled, slid and out, deeper each time. His hands were all wet with her sweet nectar and he liked the feel of it, it made him proud, satisfied and more seeking. Soon and Hawk heard Simione in her orgasm, it was a long gasping shriek he always loved to her and before it died down and make her land back to her senses, she turned her body and pressed her into the closet walls and dive his mouth into his wetness, replacing his fingers with his tongue and kissing her fervently, sucking all that she had released. She was so sweet and refreshing, her taste had always been like a liquor he had always been addicted to.