Like an enemy breaching the gate, Asher positioned himself at her entrance. He dragged the tip of his nose up her sensitive center, brushing past her swollen labia before laying a long slow lap of his tongue right up to her clit.
Kim bit her lip so hard she tasted copper, fighting with every ounce of her soul not to let out a moan.
She couldn't even assemble a coherent thought to resist anymore, stuck holding her ass up in the air like a shameless slut—displaying her exposed, dripping sex to a pervert and her massive online audience.
Asher rose to his knees behind her, his large hands planting firmly onto her hips.
She didn't dare look back as he held her in place, his gaze locking onto the back of her head, whittling down her remaining sanity. Her breathing turned into ragged, shallow gasps, her chest heaving against the carpet.
