Chapter 790 The Nest :>Ep8
- I was a wriggling jelly as my pussy was parted like a flower. I could feel my juices running like a river and this woman was lapping it up, running her tongue through my crack.
- "Jesus Christ."
- I looked at the top of her head. Long dark hair obscured her actions but I felt them strongly. My button felt like a pressure cooker, being teased to release by a warm wet muscle that expertly tortured it.