William leaned in and kissed Paul once again as he gently began to rub the Vingle nerve. Paul began to react to the stimulation, his body started to shake and quake as William more intently rubbed the nerve ending, sending Paul into orbit. He was gasping for breath.
"What are you doing? What's going on? You can't do this. Oh, don't stop, please don't stop, William. I've never felt this before. More, please. Gosh, more, please. Don't stop." William stopped rubbing Paul's secret spot and kissed him as he slowly came down from his first orgasm.
William slid down the bed and placed his head between Paul's legs. What he did next made Paul howl—he started licking Paul's vent that was partially open. William did not let up. He had his head buried in between Paul's legs and Paul was all over that bed squealing, screeching, howling, and begging him not to stop doing whatever he was doing. It felt too fucking good.
"Keep it up, oh my gosh, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop."
