Crayvin
Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her bosom crying out in extract for me.
Hungrily, I swipe my tongue across my lips, our eyes studying one another before I drop my head and kiss her inner thigh. I plant two more kisses before reaching the dampness between her legs. I brush my tongue against her rosy bud and Cassandra lets out a loud moan and jerks up, but I wrap my arms around her thighs and pull her down, keeping her in place while I work my tongue around her c**t. As her arousal builds on my tongue, she tastes better than I'd hoped, and I lick my tongue to savor it.
"Mmm," I groan against her p***y. "So f*****g sweet."
Cassandra is like a breath of fresh air, reminding me of one of my favorite smells. After it rains in Arizona, the creosote bushes give off this wonderful
