Chapter 124

Abigail whinnied and swooned slightly and went a bit weak-kneed at the feeling of his tongue sweeping through her sensitive channel, so Cliff increased his grip on her buttocks. He held her firmly to his face as his tongue licked up and down her exposed pussy, opening up her nether lips and tasting the secretions within. With each firm sweep of his warm, wet tongue, her bottom quivered in his hands and she whimpered from behind the gag. Each time he reached the top of each stroke, Cliff flicked his tongue across her clit, making her coo nicely.