My Lesbian Girlfriend (3)
“On your knees,” I said, “I want to see how wet you are for me.”
Elira didn’t need asking twice and knelt in front of me, her face buried in the pillows as she wiggled her ass and p***y.
“So pretty,” I said, spreading her wide and trailing my fingers over her soaking lips. I could tell from her little gasps she was more than ready and I didn’t make her wait, delving my tongue between her folds, enjoying the sweet taste of her desire.
Elira was vocal, and I loved to hear her breathy moans and the way she told me what she needed. In the short time we’d been together, she’d taught me exactly how to make her c*m and showed me a million ways I could get there too, things I never even knew I liked. That’s why I knew she liked a dildo inside her while I played with h
