Baddest Bad Boys
“he said. “And you took the last piece of bacon.” “But I haven’t—I need to take a shower—” “And wash away all that yummy lube? What a waste.” He pressed his face against her muff, kissing the ringlets clustered over the hood of her clit until the giggles faded into the trembling silence of anticipation. Only then did he venture to tease his tongue inside. She tasted of latex, but a couple minutes of ravenous licking and her own sweet sea flavor welled up and shone through. He wallowed in the tender pink and crimson folds of her succulent cunt, lavishing her with tenderness. Her nails dug into his shoulders, trying to hold herself steady, and her shivering sharpened, tightening. Her climax throbbed against his mouth as he sucked and tongued her clit. She clutched his shoulders. The sting of her nails felt so good. He groped for the condom he’d left on the table. He rolled it on and pressed himself against her, forcing himself inside. Robin leaned back on her elbows, an arch in her back ...worthy of a classical dancer.MoreLess
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