C35 THIRTY-FIVE

“You make me mad, Emma.” Clyde was surprised at how firm his voice came out compared to how giddy he felt within.

Like a tortoise crawling to a jackpot, he went down and down until his breathing fanned Emma's fold. With his left hand, he spread her opening, reviewing a wet pussy, throbbing and swollen clit. At once, he sucked on her pussy, swallowing every bit of the moisture