Regardless of my own eagerness, KC was definitely in charge, exactly as I wanted him to be. He kissed me first before I kissed back. He struggled with my clothes before I searched to find his skin. He clutched my mound before I laid a finger on his c**k. When I did find that hefty meat, my curiosity drove me down to explore it with my mouth and inspect it with my tongue. I drank its richness, tasted it potent salty, sweaty state, while my nostrils breathed the essence of KC inside my lungs. Maneuvering my bottom end with his hands, he had me straddle his face while I worked his prick with my mouth. He teased my snatch with his tongue poking me so I was shrieking and everything in me spasmed. Still, he did nothing but play his heartlessly sweet game of cat and mouse with my anxious p***y.