With a cat lick, she drew my offering into her mouth with a broad wet sex pussy flat tongue.
I moaned and threw my head wet sex pussy back on to the pillow.
Knelling perpendicular to me, I reached for her thigh, and made a pulling motion, wanting to get her on top of wet sex pussy me in our favorite position: a 69.
She eagerly responded and brought her leg over my body, her bald and glistening pussy winking at me, and lowered her hips so I too could feast.
I extended wet sex pussy my tongue and ran it up and down her outer lips, purple and swollen; circling her whole pussy, avoiding her inner, brilliant pink zones and love nub.
After my third revolution around her dripping pussy, Wendy sucked the whole length of my cock down her throat.
I felt my balls tighten, and my vas fill with its imminent launch of man juice.
“Oh Wendy, suck me good baby, keep sucking,” my state of bliss jumped to a level ten times higher.
I continued making my circles, starting to spiral in, grazing her wet inner lips, until my tongue was pressing against her pussy’s hole.
Wendy moaned on to my cock when my lips touched her puffy inner pussy lips.
I extended my tongue and inserted an inch or so into her.
I reached her outer pussy folds with both hands and pulled them taunt.
The pleasurable sensation of being spread caused her legs to splay more so, and I began to fuck her with my tongue.
She responded by increasing the pace of her head bobs.
Her exquisite pussy taste flooded my mouth: thick, and musky sour, coating my tongue.
I lapped at her hole, thirsting for as much as I could drink.
