The series of endless tongue loving she received was nothing short of perfection.
She climaxed when the big wet digit finally tried to enter her depths, reached a barrier, and her inner self trembled to the gifted tongue user that had pleased her to no end.
Willow felt like a dizzy zombie in the aftermath of her dual explosions.
She felt so sensitive down there and yet the big fat tongue still tried to siphon more love juice from deep inside her with that constant eager back and forth movement.
"That's dirty, Nero. You can stop now, please." Willow said as she was embarrassed to assume that our op mc was most probably licking up her bad juices.
"I'm still thirsty, Willow. Come some more for me. I know you still have more inside to give." Our op mc replied and though his words was jumbled out because of his face still greedily latched at Willows wet delights, the beautiful woman understood him just fine.
