She's so wet and her cunt isn't like her ass. It's hungry for him and one, two, three fingers isn't enough. He works in four up to his knuckles and fucks her at the pace her body begs for. His tongue flicks her clit and he sucks and suckles and hums his pleasure. He wants her to come so badly. He wants to make her come again and again, wants that raw edge in her voice, wants her saying his name just like that. He wants her to fall apart just so he can gather her up and hold her close and put her back together.

He's really not thinking that far ahead. He's too keyed up, too into the moment as he sinks his hand into her and laps the taste of her up. She's in his beard and he knows even after he cleans up he's going to smell her clinging to him. The very idea of that has his cock twitching with interest and swelling a little. Not hard but a bit stiff and still far too sensitive for him to do anything with himself.