Klarisa Bulgari
Who Needs Boys We Got Toys #2
I Wouldn't Fuck Her With Your Pussy
Klarisa Bulgari sprawls across the silk sheets, legs parted, letting me drink in every slick inch of her cunt. She slides two fingers through her folds, slow, deliberate, then brings them to her lips and sucks them clean. Her breath hitches, hips lifting when she sinks those same fingers back inside, knuckles-deep. The air thickens with the wet sound of her fucking herself, thighs trembling as her thumb circles her swollen clit. She groans when I grip her wrist and pull her hand away, then moan even louder when I bury my mouth against her, tongue pushing into her slick heat. She tastes like salt and sex. Her hand knots in my hair, tugging me closer, grinding against my face. I flick her clit, lick hard, feel her thighs lock around my head as she comes apart, shaking, cursing, dripping on my tongue.
Klarisa Bulgari sprawls across the silk sheets, legs parted, letting me drink in every slick inch of her cunt. She slides two fingers through her folds, slow, deliberate, then brings them to her lips and sucks them clean. Her breath hitches, hips lifting when she sinks those same fingers back inside, knuckles-deep. The air thickens with the wet sound of her fucking herself, thighs trembling as her thumb circles her swollen clit. She groans when I grip her wrist and pull her hand away, then moan even louder when I bury my mouth against her, tongue pushing into her slick heat. She tastes like salt and sex. Her hand knots in my hair, tugging me closer, grinding against my face. I flick her clit, lick hard, feel her thighs lock around my head as she comes apart, shaking, cursing, dripping on my tongue.