Chapter 31-husky

Marilyn's POV

The slit encased in the thong gulped up one suck after the other, like a hungry, lustful little mouth hidden under a soft cloth.

lynn swallowed the liquid in his mouth and spread my thighs with his fingers, staring at the shrinking slit for a moment, but his tongue didn't go anywhere but over it to press against the clit that had broken through the soft flesh and stood up.

I groaned in relief and moved my foot on the ground reflexively, only to find lynn still holding on and not letting go, as if using his hand as a chain to lock me in place.

That's not quite the right image, I thought.

I looked at lynn, who was kneeling at my feet and licking his pussy, and thought that the chain should be wrapped around his slender neck, catching in the knot of his throat, while the leash was held in my hand.

Instead of what was happening now, lynn was licking me and not telling me to duck.