Forbidden Collection
I moaned, biting my lip until it stung, eyes rolling back in a slow, helpless spiral as my pussy clenched harder.
Three thick fingers plunged into me at once, stretching me open as he sucked my clits harder. My eyes rolled back in a slow, dizzy arc. I tangled my fingers in his hair, gasping, “I love the way you eat my pussy… you’re born to eat pussy.” I panted.
“Your pussy is fucking delicious,” he growled, slapping it once, letting the milk and wetness drip freely.
My slick thighs shaking beneath him. “I ate you pretty damn well,” he murmured, voice rough. “Bet your husband could never do this.”