Three Days Since He Ate My Wet Pussy

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. With each slow, deliberate lick, your pulse quickens. Her body arches slightly, her chest heaving with each breath. The sounds she makes are intoxicating, soft moans and gasps that build in intensity.

As he continues to feast on her wet pussy, his hands grip her thighs tightly. Her legs quiver and shake, her toes curling in ecstasy. You can feel your own arousal building, your hand instinctively reaching down to stroke yourself. The rhythm of his tongue is mesmerizing, and you find yourself moving in time with him.

The tension builds and builds, until you're on the edge of release. But just as you think it's all going to come crashing down, everything slows down again. She's still wet, still wanting, still begging for more. And he's happy to oblige, his tongue probing deeper and deeper into her pussy. You're not going to last much longer, press play to see how long you can hold out.