"Going somewhere?" I smile, spreading more over my hairy pussy, arching my back. You try to leave. I don't let you.
I pull you down, grind against your mouth, my slick thighs framing your face while I whisper how good your tongue feels. "Lick me. Fuck work."
You eat me until I'm shaking and I cum hard in your mouth— then I push you back, slide onto your cock, riding hard, skin slipping against skin, begging for your cum. You fill me. Deep. Messy. We're both late now.
