Cross had unbuckled his pants and was slowly stroking his c**k while he ate her out. Amara was incredibly sexy, and watching her face twist and contort as she came made his c**k impossibly stiff. He tugged on his c**k, sticky pre-c*m oozing from his tip, and fantasized about finally pounding her sweet p***y. Her toes curled and her p***y rippled around his tongue as she came all over his face. Her p***y dribbled more syrupy sweetness from her hole. He wanted to bathe his c**k in the wetness she was producing; but not yet.
Amara panted loudly trying to catch her breath from her first climax. This man had eaten her like she was his last meal. She wondered if he would allow her to kindly repay him with her mouth. Cross stood up and pulled his pants and boxers down his legs. Amara admired his
