“You’re so wet,” he whispered against her, and his tone of voice vibrated against her too-sensitive flesh before his finger moved to track her through the soaked fabric.

And his hands moved thus quickly, she didn’t know very well what he was doing until it was too later. He’d grabbed onto the sides of her thong and torn them aside in one, swift movement. All of a sudden, she was completely bare…correct there in the park…

“Oh god,” she moaned as he silenced her thoughts with the end of his tongue, gliding along her moist slit using a feather light touch that sought to overwhelm her with pleasure and frustration at exactly the same time. She wished him to quit—he shouldn’t become performing this—and she desired him to press harder, to look deeper…