Beren's spine arched as he pushed his face into her crotch. A primal urge driving him on to taste more of her essance upon his tonuge. His gaze demanded more of her as her hands rose over the full orbs of her breasts, teasing her flesh where he could not. It was a desperate sight that kept him hard, kept him yearning to please her however he could.
The salve's tongue was like liquid fire over her clit. Lashing against the tightly packed cluster of nerves, making them come alive as his lips sang over her sacrade flesh. Devotion in his eyes as he watched her sinusious body writhe against the pole. Commella would see that plea in him, to grind her sex down upon him, to mash her wet pussy against his face.
He wanted to grab himself, to stroak his aching memeber and relive the pleasure she had just blessed him with but Beren didn't dare. His Goddess demanded him on his knees, demanded he worship every crevac and fold. His tongue was as fast and light as hummingbird wings, then thick and solid as it gave a long licks up her honneyed slit. Instead of finding himself, hands flowed up higher upon her thighs, reaching around to pinch her clit as the tip of his expert tongue rimmed the puckered flesh of her ass.
Beren's wet lips pulled free, cheeks flush and slick from her arousal. "Does this one please Mistress?" he asked as fingers tweaked the pearl of her clit, as the thumb of his free hand moved to lightly stroake circles where his tongue had just left. The clean pad of his thumb keeping the sensation alive upon her ass as he looked up breathlessly at her. Longing in his eyes as he relased her clit and sealed his lips around it with a greedy purr.
Eager sucking noises rose into the air as his tongue played with her and greater pressure was teasingly placed upon her rosebud. He wanted her to cum, wanted to look up at her body towering over him as her mucles locked and bucked in pleasure.