Let me tell you about my aching, itching, soaking wet cunnie. It craves the touch of a talented tongue, and I can’t help but fulfill its desires.
The sensation of a skilled oral artist going down on me—it’s like a fucking drug. They say the right words, and I’m putty in their hands.
My little pink cunnie gets so damn wet, it’s like a rainforest down there. And when they bury their face in it, the juices flow like a river.
The first touch of their tongue sends shivers down my spine. I’m a goner, putty in their hands. They can do as they please, and I welcome it.
Their tongue laps at my sensitive folds, and the pleasure builds. I taste myself on their lips, and the sweetness turns me on even more.
Then, the real fun begins. They hit the spot, and the orgasm hits me like a freight train. I squirt, and it’s a fucking fountain.
The juices flow, drenching their face. They lap it up, hungry for more. A real cumslut, and I’m happy to oblige.
The squirts keep coming, and their hunger never ceases. It’s a never-ending feast of creamy delight, and I’m their little squirt gun.
Oh, the shame and pleasure are so fucking intense! I can’t help but beg for more, and they never disappoint.
So, listeners, embrace the power of oral delights. There’s nothing like a talented tongue to make you see stars.
You’re welcome for the visual!
Mizz Briona out!