Bride Licks My Wet Pussy in Our Walk-in Closet

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her tongue moves slowly, tracing every curve. Your hand tightens, your pulse races. She's in control, her pace deliberate.

Her mouth is a whisper against her pussy. She shifts, her leg rising, her foot resting on a shelf. Her eyes lock onto yours, a hint of a moan. Your breath catches, your rhythm slowing to match hers. Your hand strokes harder, your ache growing.

Her rhythm is relentless, her head moving steadily. You're on edge, your hand stroking faster. How long will you last? She's not going to let up. Your pulse is racing, your breath coming in gasps. You're so hard, so wet. You can't take much more.

She's not going to stop. Her tongue keeps moving, her mouth sucking gently. Your hand is moving faster now, your rhythm frantic. You're going to cum soon, you can feel it building. She's going to make you cum so hard.