What next?

WADE’S POV Leslie slipped her hand between her thighs. Her lips parted and she tilted her head back just a bit. God, I was losing my mind. I felt c*ck growing painfully hard just from watching her touch herself. “What next?” she asked, breathing hard. “I’ll kiss your cl*t and taste how wet and ready you are for me,” I continued the fantasy. I could almost see myself doing what I said. I replayed eating her out that night. “Hm-hmm,” she let out, her eyes still closed. Her fingers were moving faster now. “Then I’ll flick you with my tongue before I lick you clean. Your legs try to wrap around my head but I hold them apart and I just suck and lick your p*ssy until you come on my face. Can you feel that orgasm coming?” I asked. She nodded and whimpered, “Yes.” The sound of her voice almost made me gave in. I was ready to leave my room and go to her. I wanted to do unspeakable things to her, to be with her in ways that marked her as mine. “That’s it, baby. Keep going, come on my face. Let