"Very nice! I knew you'd have a very nice juicy p**y. I can see how tight and wet you are." Carlos moaned as he continued to thrust his tongue in my p**y and I could feel the coldness from his tongue.
He moves his hands from my thighs, and slides it up against my body. He cups my t**s, pressing them together before gliding down towards my p**y. Spreading the lips of my p**y, he let out a moanful growl.
"F**k! You're so sensitive and wet."
He muttered before sitting up with his knees still on the bed. His hands found their way to the buttons of his tartan shirt, loosening them at a fast pace.
I maintained my posture right where I lay on the bed, my eyes never leaving him. He smiled as soon as he locked eyes with me and immediately, he hurled his shirt, letting it land freely on the ru
