He sucked gently at the soft inner flesh, leaving fresh red marks that bloomed instantly, then moved to the other side—mirror image—kissing, licking, tasting the faint sheen of sweat and the thick, glossy rivulets of slick that had leaked down her thighs overnight and all morning.
Every lap made more slick gush from her cunt—hot, messy, dripping in slow, sticky strings onto the sheet right beneath her throbbing clit.
Her breathing turned shallow. Quick. Tiny, broken whimpers leaking out with every exhale, ass cheeks rippling and jiggling with each desperate little grind against the mattress, trying to chase friction she couldn't quite reach.
He kissed the backs of her thighs—long, wet drags of his tongue up the sensitive hollow behind each knee, then higher, until his lips brushed the very bottom curve of her ass cheeks again.
She arched harder—ass lifting high, cheeks spreading wide—offering her soaked, throbbing pussy and tight pink asshole completely, shamelessly.
