He is good at it and April's eyes slipped closed, her head falling back against the bed as she feels Caden's tongue on her. His hands are warm on her skin and she groans, her back arching, pushing herself closer to his mouth, a warm shiver rippling up her spine. Her breath is already coming quicker, her chest rising and falling rapidly and she winds her fingers in the sheets and holds onto them, another soft moan escaping from between her lips.

"Caden... Jesus," she moans, a violent tremor working through her at a well placed swipe of his tongue. "Just... right there. Fuck..." It doesn't take a lot to get her off, she's trained herself over the years to get there easily, she's never liked having to fake it when it comes to some of the cons she's pulled, but she isn't even thinking about that now. All she's thinking about is how good it feels, how good at this he is and how badly she wants more. She wants him to make her come and then she wants him to fuck her, make her forget everything else that's going on.

He's already well on his way there and she groans again, her head thrown back, her neck arched and exposed.