Pushes her thong below her ankles

He hooks his fingers into the delicate fabric of her thong, pulling it down over the curve of her hips, past her knees, and finally below her ankles. He tosses it aside, a small black scrap on the green grass. The evening air feels cool against her heated skin.

John settled between her legs, pushing her skirt up to her waist. He looks down at her, at the flush on her cheeks, the way her chest rises and falls with each quickened breath. He can see the slick wetness of her arousal, glistening in the dim light. He leans down and trails kisses up her inner thigh, making her tremble. He inhales her scent, a musky, sweet fragrance that makes his head spin.

He looks up at her. Her eyes are closed, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. He can see the **** need in her face, the way she's trying so hard to stay quiet. He grins, a predator who has his prey right where he wants her. He's going to make her forget all about being quiet.

John lick her clit with a single slow lap. A single, slow lap. That's all it takes to create a small moan from her.

The flat of his tongue slides against her sensitive flesh, a slow, deliberate pressure that has her back arching off the blanket. A strangled gasp escapes her throat, her hands flying to her hair, twisting the strands in her fists. He does it again, this time adding a little flick at the end, teasing her clit.

He looks up at her, watching her face contort in pleasure. She's trying so hard to be quiet, he can see it in the way she's biting her lip, her body tense with the effort. It only makes him want to make her scream.

He starts to build a rhythm, licking and sucking, alternating between broad, flat strokes and quick, targeted flicks. He can feel her getting closer, her thighs starting to tremble, her hips rocking against his face. He slides a finger inside her, then another, curling them upward to find that special spot.

Her breath hitched as John's fingers found that spot inside her, a jolt of electricity shooting through her body. She let out a strangled moan, her hips bucking against his face. He took that as his cue, picking up the pace, his fingers pumping in and out of her while his tongue worked her clit.

He could feel her getting closer, her walls tightening around his fingers, her breathing becoming ragged and shallow. He knew she was on the edge, and he was going to push her over.

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