Craving The Busty Babysitter (9)
Dennis watched with his c**k in hand as his wife knelt between Brea’s legs. She spread her open, tongue diving into her pússy with an urgency that made Brea sob her name. She licked her clít with focus, keeping the plug inside her, teasing both holes until Brea’s body trembled beneath her.
Brea gripped the sheets, moaning loudly. “God—yes, right there—f**k—don’t stop. Lick me like you own me.”
Her voice was wrecked, needy. “I’m so close. Please—please make me cúm. I need it. I need your tongue on me, in me—f**k—I don’t care what you do, just keep going.”
The wife hummed into her, circling her clít with her tongue as her fingers gripped Brea’s thighs, holding her steady. Brea arched off the bed.
“Oh, f**k—yes—make me scream for it,” she cried. “Don’t st
