One hand gripped her ass, fingers digging in as he pulled her down, pressing her cunt harder into his face.
The other slid between them, up over her stomach to find her breasts. He cupped one roughly, thumb circling the stiff peak, then pinched her n****e as his tongue drew hard circles over her c**t.
Camille moaned around his c**k, the sound vibrating through his shaft.
She adjusted her grip—both hands wrapping around the base now as she stroked in tandem with every bob of her head. Her fingers slid through the wet slickness that coated him, her palms gliding easily along the spit-slick length.
“f**k,” Rafael groaned into her, his words muffled by her p***y, his tongue not stopping for a second.
She went deeper.
His c**k pressed the back of her throat and she held there, swallowing
