Brooke’s hands descended downward, dancing over Parker’s hair before her fingers got lost in between his tendrils. Her nails gently tickled his scalp and firmly held him in place while her hips continued to undulate against his face, thighs tensing and pussy lips clenching all the while.<br/><br/>He was far too skilled at this, she quickly ascertained. The sounds that he was causing to leave her were noises she didn’t even recognize herself making. His tongue flicked, circled, ensnared and sucked along her clit and folds, working every possible pleasure from her heat source.<br/><br/>Brooke was fluctuating between gasps and moans, cries and squeals, all the while working her desire up to levels unparalleled. She had never felt so intoxicated on lust before. And yet, here was Parker, feasting on her for dessert.<br/><br/>She licked her lips, which quickly parted widely again, making room for her shocked gasp as her back arched deeply and her rocked her hips against him more fervently. Parker picked up the pace then, making Brooke whimper loudly.<br/><br/>“Ohhh, yessss,” she hissed out. “Parker... Uuungh!” she moaned. Right on time, her nectar gushed out just as she reached the heights of her first orgasm of the night. Riding it out, Brooke’s vocals intensified, her lews noises echoing in her condo and threatening to rouse neighbors. But she didn’t care in the slightest.<br/><br/>“Aaaanh! Aaahhh…” She finished, her body overwhelmed with trembling spasms, heavy lids still closed and chest still heaving as she worked to regulate her panting breaths. His fingertip still prodded at her entrance, but hadn’t penetrated her yet.<br/><br/>“Oh, Parker…” she began, her voice sounding like a bit of a plea. “I’m not sure I can wait.”