My Girlfriend Eats My Pussy on the Counter

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her tongue is moving slowly, rhythmically, against the other woman's vulva. The woman on the counter leans back, her chest heaving, her face a picture of pleasure. Her hands wander over her own body, teasing her nipples through the lace bodysuit. The kneeling woman doesn't stop, her head moving steadily as she laps at the other woman's pussy.

Your hand is moving of its own accord, stroking slowly as you watch. Your pulse is pounding, your breath catching in your throat. You can almost feel the texture of those stockings, the sheen of the lace bodysuit. The woman on the counter is getting wetter by the second, her juices glistening on the other woman's tongue. You can hear her moaning softly, her sounds of pleasure echoing through the bathroom.

You won't last much longer, not with this kind of stimulation. The woman on the floor is relentless, her tongue never stopping as she eats out the other woman's pussy. Your rhythm is getting faster now, your strokes harder and more urgent. You're on the edge, teetering on the brink of climax. And then...