He eats Anne’s pussy

Anne felt a surge of power and desire as she pushed him gently onto his back on the couch, his eyes never leaving hers. Anne straddled him, her thighs spreading wide as she settled onto his hips. The soft cushions of the couch cradled her knees, and she felt a sense of freedom and abandon as she gazed down at Marcus. Marcus's hands instinctively rose to her hips, his fingers digging gently into her skin as he guided her closer. Anne's voice was husky with desire as she leaned in, her lips brushing against Marcus's ear. "Marcus, I want you to lick my white pussy," she whispered, her words sending a shiver down his spine. "Can you do that?"

Marcus's eyes flashed with excitement as he nodded, his hands instinctively moving to her hips to guide her closer. Anne's thighs spread wider, her knees sinking deeper into the couch cushions as she settled into position. She felt a rush of anticipation as Marcus's hands slid up her thighs, his fingers tracing the curve of her hips before dipping between her legs. Marcus's fingers brushed against her outer lips, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. As Marcus's fingers brushed against her outer lips, Anne felt a rush of anticipation. She slowly began to lower herself down, her wet pussy hovering just above Marcus's face. The air was electric with tension as she paused for a moment, savoring the anticipation. Then, with a gentle movement, she lowered herself down, her pussy lips making contact with Marcus's mouth. Marcus's tongue darted out, tracing the curve of her outer lips, sending shivers down her spine. Anne's eyes closed, and she let out a soft moan as she felt his warm breath on her skin. Aa Marcus's tongue continued to dance across her outer lips, Anne's moans grew louder, her body trembling with anticipation. She felt his tongue probe deeper, searching for the sensitive spot that would send her over the edge. And then, suddenly, he found it - her swollen, fat clit, throbbing with desire. Marcus's lips closed around it, his mouth creating a gentle suction that sent shivers down her spine.

Anne's eyes flew open, her gaze locking onto Marcus's as she felt his mouth work its magic. She could see the concentration etched on his face, his eyes closed in rapt attention as he sucked and licked her clit. Marcus's tongue continued to work its magic, swirling around Anne's clit as she moaned with pleasure. Her hips began to rock back and forth, grinding herself against his face as she felt her orgasm building inside of her. Marcus's hands gripped her hips tighter, holding her in place as he continued to lick and suck. Anne's breathing grew ragged as she felt her climax approaching. She could feel every nerve in her body tingling with pleasure, her muscles tensing as she reached the peak. Anne's orgasm hit her, her body arched backward, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Her pussy clenched around Marcus's tongue, holding him in place as her juices flowed freely, coating his face and chin. The warm liquid dripped down his chin, onto his neck, and onto the couch cushions, leaving a sticky trail in its wake. Marcus's tongue continued to lap up her juices, savoring the taste of her climax as Anne's moans grew louder, her body shuddering with pleasure.

Anne's hips bucked wildly, grinding herself against Marcus's face as she rode out the waves of her orgasm. As the last waves of her orgasm subsided, Anne's hips slowed to a gentle grind, her body still trembling with aftershocks. Marcus's tongue continued to lap at her juices, his mouth still sealed around her clit, savoring the taste of her pleasure. Anne's breathing slowed, her chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm, as she gazed down at Marcus, her eyes half-lidded with satisfaction.

Marcus's eyes flickered open, his gaze locking onto Anne's as he slowly released her clit from his mouth. His lips curled into a satisfied smile, his chin glistening with her juices.