"Can you prove that?" She asked, to which I just smiled at her dare.

I didn’t answer with words.

I answered by burying my face between her spread thighs and dragging my tongue in one long, filthy, obscene stripe from the very base of her dripping slit all the way up to the swollen, throbbing pearl of her clit, lapping up every drop of her sweet, musky nectar in one slow, savoring sweep that made her entire body jerk violently and a shattered, guttural moan rip free from her throat—"Ahhh—Peter—fuck—that’s so—!"

The taste of her pussy enveloped my tongue—her juice was thick, sweet, heady, addictive—

I groaned deep into her cunt but kept going, circling the sensitive hood with the flat of my tongue in broad, lazy strokes while my fingers slid up to trap her clit between two digits, rolling and pinching the swollen nub with firm, relentless pressure that had her hips bucking wildly into my face like she was already losing control as she fucked her pussy on my mouth.

Her thighs clamped around my ears like warm vices but I spread them wider again, thumbs digging brutally into the plush inner meat while my tongue worked her with merciless precision—lapping broad and slow across the puffy outer lips, then narrowing to a hard, pointed tip that traced and flicked the delicate inner folds with obscene accuracy.

I sucked one plump glistening lip of her pussy into my mouth and tugged it gently before releasing it with a wet, pop only to do the same to the other, all while my fingers never stopped rolling and pinching her clit in perfect, cruel rhythm... my fingers coated with my Touch ability.

Then I dove deeper into her pussy.

My tongue stiffened into a rigid spear and pushed forward, sliding past the tight, fluttering entrance with one smooth, insistent thrust that buried it deep inside her scorching, clenching heat. She cried out loud and broken—"Nngh—fuck—yes—deeper—!"

I started fucking her with my tongue in long, powerful strokes that plunged in and out of her dripping pussy like a cock made of pure sin and heat, curling upward on every withdrawal to drag firmly along that sensitive front wall while my fingers kept their relentless assault on her clit—

I circled faster at the same time pinching harder, never letting the pressure ease for even a heartbeat.

I pressed my face even tighter against her my nose grinding against her clit as I inhaled her raw, intoxicating scent again deep, greedy lungfuls of pure aroused Anastasia—before blowing a hot, deliberate gust of air straight into her open.

I stretched her cunt and diving back in, tongue-fucking her harder, faster, the wet, obscene, sloppy sounds of my mouth devouring her filling the entire stellar chamber alongside her nonstop, broken moans.

Her hands fisted viciously in my hair, yanking me impossibly deeper in her pussy as her hips rolled and ground with her pussy against my mouth riding my tongue straight to oblivion. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Every deep thrust of my tongue accompanied with my fingers working her clit in tight, merciless circles while I sucked and lapped and devoured every fresh gush of her slick essence like a god starving for her.

She was shaking, falling apart at the seams, her powerful thighs quaking uncontrollably around my head, her pussy clenching and fluttering wildly around my invading tongue.

I drove it deeper, harder, fucking her with rhythmic, piston-like strokes that had her back arching clean off the luminous floor and fresh, hot floods of her arousal coating my chin and lips.

"Peter—oh god—your tongue—fuck me—!" she gasped, the words fracturing into another long, throaty, animalistic moan that echoed off the curved black-and-gold walls.

I growled against her cunt, the deep vibration traveling straight into her core like thunder and doubled down—my tongue plunging in and out with wet, brutal force while my fingers pinched and rolled her swollen clit even faster, harder, never giving her a single second to breathe.

I could feel her tightening, coiling, the velvety walls of her pussy gripping and rippling around my thrusting tongue like she never wanted to let it go, every desperate, rhythmic clench accompanied with another thick gush of her juice that I drank down greedily, messily, my chin and cheeks now shiny and dripping with her.

She was close. So, fucking close I could taste it in her movements and her entire being.

I did something I had once done to her in Miami... I pulled my tongue out just long enough to suck her clit hard between my lips, flicking the sensitive pearl rapidly with the tip of my tongue while two thick fingers slid down and pushed deep inside her instead—

I curled them and then stroking, fucking her with steady, powerful thrusts while my mouth worshipped her clit like it was the center of the universe but beneath my mouth was my thumb rubbing her clit too.

Her moans turned into full, broken screams of pleasure, her body thrashing and bucking beneath me, thighs locking around my head so tight I could barely hear anything except the roar of her pulse and her desperate, filthy cries.

Then she shattered at the final stoke and came!

Her pussy clamped down around my fingers like a vice, pulsing and fluttering wildly as her orgasm crashed through her in violent, endless waves, a long, wailing, broken moan tearing from her throat—"Peter—fuck—I’m—ahhh—cumming—!"

At the same time, I rubbed my thumb faster together on her clit throbbing clit with my tongue... her whole body was shaking and she clamped me tighter around my head.

—her hips bucked and her thighs trembled and her essence flooded my mouth and fingers in hot, thick, endless spurts that I drank like divine nectar, never stopping, tongue and fingers working her through every brutal contraction until she was a trembling, gasping, ruined, soaking mess beneath me.

Only then did I rise.

She probably doesn’t remember that I have ever done this before, but hey, no need to let her know about the style I borrowed from our past, is there?