Silky black hair spills over the armrest as she settles onto his face, thighs squeezing his ears. Slow circles grind her soaked panties against his mouth, her spine curving with every deep breath. Fingers twist in his hair, pulling just enough to make him groan into the fabric. The couch creaks under shifting weight as she rocks harder, his muffled groans vibrating against her slick folds. Blue lace clings to her ass, stretching tight with each grind before she peels it aside to press bare skin against his lips.
