50: A Brat

Fenella’s POV Was that the end? No. He acted as he pleased, pushing the actions he took toward me.  His tongue is still playing between my clit and pussy. I squeezed his thighs tightly to find a grip as he pushed me towards the edge of pleasure, making me feel like I couldn't go back. But I resisted and had no intention of letting his defiance toward me continue. So I took back control of myself and seized control over Laird. I immediately sucked Laird's cock into my mouth and rubbed the tip against the deepest part of my mouth until I choked for a moment. Laird's tongue finally stopped licking my soft, red opening, and he writhed in my hands again. I started massaging his tense balls and the base of his member. I let my saliva naturally lubricate so I could massage around the base of his cock easily. My head was still busy moving up and down to rub my tongue and mouth over his cock until he groaned again. Laird's fingers briefly pressed on my clit until I couldn't hold back a moan. My