Skin to Skin Mistress
she purred shedding off her shirt, the pale fabric clinging to her body like a second skin.
Her sticky fingers danced over her shoulders, leaving glistening streaks of cum on them.
Her lips curled into a playful smile, "It seems you're not done watching me yet," she teased,
Her sticky finger danced across his face, her tongue followed the trail left by her fingers, lapping at his skin with need, "You're going to get hard again,"
"Amora..."
"What?" She snapped softly encircling her arms around his neck,
"Lick me, just like I did to you. I want to feel your tongue on my skin, I want to scream your name," she whispered,
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