She watched him stroke himself, heat pooling between her legs. She wasn't so sure she'd be able to last long. The the way his long fingers stroked himself? She nearly died right then and there. But then? Then he was sliding a thick, calloused finger inside of her and she whimpered his name, eyes fluttering shut. It felt heavenly. So perfect. She loved this. Loved him. Loved it all. "Please..." she moaned, needing to feel his tongue on her or his cock inside of her. Anything. She wanted him to make her come. She didn't want to come by her own ministrations. She wanted Roger. So bad. His finger moved with hers and she looked at him, eyes desperate and needy. "I need you..." she gasped, feeling the first waves of her orgasm creep up on her, walls slowly clenching around his finger.
When he sucked her juices off her finger, Mandy thought she'd die right there. But then his tongue was on her and he was tasting her, sucking at her sensitive flesh. "Roger..." she gasped, thighs falling apart, muscles tightening. She pulled his finger in deeper, loving the way he pushed her to the edge, building that crest that would peak. Knowing he'd lap at her until she couldn't move, couldn't speak. Her orgasm hovered just beyond the brink. "I can't-" she gasped, hips arching into his talented mouth, needing to come so bad. "Please..." The pressure that was building was incredible and Mandy was afraid for the impending release.
Her thighs began to shake and tremble as the wave crested higher. "Please Roger..." she gasped, just before his lips sucked her clit between them. A high-pitched gasp erupted from her lips as she began to buck against his mouth, orgasm hitting her like a train. Sucking his finger in, wishing it was his cock, Mandy came and she came hard. "Ohgodohgodohgod," she moaned, nearly crying with the intensity of it.