She lifts her leg over his shoulder as instructed. And oh, OH. She can't be quiet, she can't, not when his licks and kisses feel so good between her legs.

Her hands tighten in his hair and she whimpers. "Please, please." Her hips move toward him seemingly of their own volition. So warm, so wet, so eager for him to devour her as he pleases. (Has he tasted her before? Could he ever get enough of the taste of her on his tongue, her pleasured cries?)