Dean.
Her hips kept grinding on my face, smearing her sweet juices across my lips and chin. She brought her hand down, pressing four fingertips together and rubbing her clit frantically while my fingers thrust in and out of her tight, soaking p***y.
“You like that, don’t you?” I rasped, my voice rough and low.
“f**k, yeah!” she gasped, trembling as she tried to keep her balance over me. But she didn’t stop—her hips rolled harder, her ass pressing down against my mouth as she chased her release.
Then one of her fingers slid inside, moving with mine, our rhythm in perfect sync. Her moans broke into desperate cries, and then she shattered—her c*m flooding my face in hot, wet pulses.
Fuck, she tasted incredible. Sweet. Addictive. I didn’t waste a drop. My hands clamped around her thighs,
