~ISSA

I could not breathe.

I did not want to. I would gladly die here if she wanted me to. Yulia’s pussy was on my face with my tongue deep inside of her and my nose pressed to her clit. I was busy cleaning up the wet mess I made but it was next to impossible. She came on my face for a third time and I hungrily ravaged her folds with my insatiable tongue.

“Your tongue is wonderful, Issa,” She moaned and grind her hips against my face. The sound of wet pussy ...