I felt off balance, and not just because I was floating in the air, being held up by Pride's tail as he ate me out like I was his last meal and he was bound and determined to lap up every last drop.
It was like every last one of my nerves had a bolt of electricity coursing through it as the tip of his tongue spilt apart. The two almost seemed to be in a race as to who would make me come first, one playing more toward my entrance, while the second one went as far inside of me as it could.
Then they would switch just as quickly, one pulling out as the other half went in. Over and over, this happened until I felt something building inside me. The more the tongues moved, the more I squirmed against Pride's face, his nose bumping against a bundle of nerves on the outside of my pussy's lips.
