The violent argument started as soon as the door was shut and we left our shopping at the mall since we couldn’t keep anymore.
My legs were at my sides as he lifted my hips up to the extreme edge of the sofa, exposing my femininity in front of his gaze. So, what does this hole crave, please? He inquired before squeezing my womanhood.
"You," I said right away. "Good answer," he grinned. His soft hands carefully opened my thighs, his thumb massaged my clit, and my femininity grew as pleasure flooded my body.
He lowered his head, "I'll eat first," in a low voice. I grasped at the mattresses directly below me in desperation. As his tongue carefully brushed across my slit, my stomach tightened. He pokes fun at me and follows the itching tunnel of my femininity before inserting his tongue i
