He Eats My Pussy Outside in My Polka Dot Dress

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. She's sitting on that ledge, her polka dot dress pulled up, exposing everything to you. He's right where you wish you were, his face buried between her thighs, his tongue moving in a slow, torturous rhythm.

Your hand instinctively goes to yourself as you watch, your pulse racing with every subtle shift of his head, every gentle touch of her hand on the back of his neck. You can almost feel the heat of the sun beating down on them, the coolness of the stone beneath her. Her body is relaxed, engaged, her legs spread wide apart in an invitation you desperately want to accept.

Your breathing quickens as she adjusts his position slightly, her hand guiding him exactly where she wants him. You can imagine the sounds she's making, the soft moans and gasps that aren't quite audible but are clear in your mind. Your rhythm matches his, your strokes growing faster, more urgent. You're not going to last much longer. She's getting close too, her body tensing up, her movements becoming more insistent. What happens next? Press play to find out...