Penelope's POV
I quickly grabbed his hand to stop him.
"No, Austin. I am not ready for this..."
Austin chuckled softly. "Don't worry, I won't do anything you're not comfortable with." With that, he gently pried my fingers away and resumed stroking my pussy.
I was nervous, torn between doubt and trust, but I eventually let go.
His tongue, which had been teasing circles around my nipples, trailed down my stomach, following the line of my navel. In one swift motion, Austin yanked off my panties and, before I could react, took my clit into his mouth, flicking it relentlessly.
My back arched instantly, my hips lifting off the bed. Wetness pooled between my thighs, and Austin took advantage, sliding a finger inside me, mimicking the thrusts of a cock.
His tongue moved faster, my pleasure building with every stroke until, with a sharp cry, I came against his mouth.
