Andrey's tongue moved with purpose between Lisa's legs. He licked her slowly at first, then faster, pressing the flat of his tongue against her swollen clit before sucking it gently into his mouth. His hands held her thighs apart, keeping her spread open on the kitchen counter.
Lisa's mind was spinning.
'Nhn… my pussy… is being messed up by Andrey's tongue… It feels so good… I want to cum… nhnaa… I can't hold it…'
Her small hands gripped his hair tighter as her hips twitched uncontrollably against his face.
"Andrey… ahh… I'm… I'm going to cum…" she whimpered, her voice sweet and desperate.
Andrey didn't slow down. He sucked harder on her clit, his tongue flicking rapidly while two of his fingers slid inside her tight, dripping pussy, curling upward to stroke her most sensitive spot.
Lisa's body tensed like a bowstring. Her thighs shook around his head as the pleasure became too much.
"I'm cumming!! Andrey!! Ahhhhhh—!!"
