75 - Fred

It was always surprising to see her so wet for me, always waiting for my arrival, inviting me closer. The humidity shone between the pinkish tone, inviting me to an already so well-known, soft and desirous heat. I calmly held my lower lips and opened them a little more, until I saw her clitoris coming off the cape, already slightly swollen by the excitement on her owner's body.

Becca palpitated under my hand, along the entire length of her pussy, she vibrated and burned like a forge in full operation. My two thumbs slid to those pink lips, pushing them away even further, and I bent down when the entrance of her pussy appeared, calling me to entertain her with my tongue.

Becca slid against the bed, shuddering, lowering her hands to grab the sheets with all her strength. He didn't mention that he would touch me, as if he thought I was going to bother having his hands on me, but he kept his legs wide open, offering himself as a favorite dish on my menu.

I revered her with every willpower