Winter pushed on Soule’s knees, putting them back toward her and spreading her wide, trapping them with his arms and spreading her p***y lips with his thumbs, fully exposing her c**t, peeling her hood back, so aroused he could barely think.
He smelled between her legs, his c**k pulsing, that clean scent and under it sweet musk. He leaned down and tasted her channel. Her taste was just like her smell, his head going hazy with need. He began all around her entrance, entering her with his tongue, exploring her complex folds above it. Winter touched her c**t with his tongue, swirling around the hard little nub as Isidor squeezed her n*****s.
Soule went rigid. Her p***y was so sweet, her little c**t hard, and her taste, her taste sent Winter’s c**k jumping and throbbing. She drew a breath and
