Amon licked between Bianca's wet lips and teased her swollen clit with his tongue as she writhed sensually beneath him. Her hips rocked slowly as she moved her cunt against his mouth.
Bianca moaned nonstop as her long, slender fingers combed his hair, letting even more sighs of pleasure escape her parted lips along with breath as heavy as on a cold winter day.
Amon slid one finger inside her pussy, then two, and then three, making Bianca grunt and start rocking her hips faster to match the rhythm of his fingers sliding in and out of her tight, wet hole. Bianca's eyes were still glazed over with an aching hunger for release, and Amon knew it wouldn't take her long to climax. She squirmed and resisted with quick, jagged thrusts of her cunt against his mouth.
"I'm going to come, my love!" Bianca screamed, "Oh, please make me come!"
