"Oh, god, yes..." she moans, hands twisting in your hair. Your tongue is licking into her slowly, and she’s been writhing on the bed under your ministrations for almost an hour. You never seem to tire of making her lose control like this. "God, don't you ever cut this hair... oh, fuck, baby..." she pants, moaning and throwing her head side-to-side.

"You always get this wet?" you grin, crawling up her body and kissing her deeply, hearing her moan into your mouth at the taste on your tongue.

"For you, yeah. You know that." she grins, rolling her hips and trying to get her... Show more