Worshiping Your Armpits And Asshole

Me, out here on a mission: I lick you everywhere. Tongue drags up your belly, slips into each armpit where the skin goes salt-tangy and I keep at it until you squirm. You flip, and my split tongue spreads around your hole like two wet fingers circling, pressing in, pulling out, coming back slicker. I drool—thick, hot strings that drip down your crack. Feels ridiculous, feels perfect. I don't stop until your skin shines and you're laughing or moaning, maybe both.