I waltz in steadily, watching the delicious scene of Elle's mouth being taken in such a brutal, savage manner, and become more than just a little aroused by watching your reactions to having your throat violated so.<br/><br/>A bulge starts to grow at my crotch, straining the material of my dress pants, making my zipper creak.<br/>I set down my rocks glass, half full of bourbon whiskey, and grip your leather strap shoe clad ankles, and spread them apart firmly, revealing your sodden womanhood. I place my hands on either side of your mons, and see that you are already quite wet, and flowing like a sweet, erotic waterfall.<br/><br/>Using my tongue, I trace upwards of your quivering thighs, catching any stray drops that may decide to try and escape. I savor the taste as I work, lightly kissing and nipping your flesh as I go. Using my fore and middle fingers, I gently work my way past your highly aroused, glistening flower, and wiggle them up inside of you, caressing your folds, stirring them around inside of your sex.<br/><br/>I then arch my fingers upwards, and press the pads of them into that spongy little rough spot just behind your pubic bone, then release. I press, and release repeatedly, stimulating it, as I take your throbbing bundle of nerves in between my teeth, and hold it there firmly. As your clit is squeezed between them, I lick my tongue up and down, and then side to side, as I hum, sending hot, merciless little vibrations all along your lust...<br/><br/>My lips then enclose your throbbing button, and my fingers inside of you then rub and graze that magic spot some more, in tight little circles, pressing firmly, stirring you, edging you, watching your reactions carefully, keeping you at that maddeningly cruel threshold...