Pussy smothers his face. Blonde in black fishnets squats low over him on the soft bed, thighs flexing as she grinds down. Tongue flicks out, tracing her slick folds through the torn netting, lapping at exposed lips. Agatha Harris pins him there, hips rolling in tight circles, breath hitching with each press. How long before she soaks his chin completely? He grips her ass cheeks, pulling her closer, mouth working overtime on her clit while she arches back. Switch to side-lying, his head buried between her legs, fingers spreading her wider for deeper licks. Stockings dig into skin, fishnet patterns marking her thighs red. She moans low, body trembling as rhythm builds, pussy dripping onto the sheets.
