It Feels So Good... [WM]

Her tired body couldn’t bring herself to stop Whitney. Her vision was still foggy and white, seeing spots for the last few moments. She didn’t have the energy to resist when Whitney moved. Feeling her soft body press against Whitney's made her whimper softly and tighten her hold on Whitney. Even if she wanted to, she wouldn’t have fought back against what Whitney was about to do. And even better, she didn’t want to resist in the first place. The feeling was heavenly, even better than heavenly. She wanted more, though she couldn’t have imagined how good it would be before Whitney **** her legs apart.

Her cunt still dripping wet, staining the unfortunate couch with even more cum. Leaking from her pulsing pussy, begging for more just at the sight of it. Begging for someone to suck her juices dry like juice from a sweet and ripe fruit. And once Whitney's tongue touched her, it took less than seconds before she was a moaning and whimpering mess once again. The tongue was somehow even better than her fingers, rough and soft at the same time. Feeling her go slowly, it almost made her greedy. Her legs tightened around Whitney's head, **** for more. Her legs were strong, yet she was so desperately pushing Whitney with her might. Even if it was barely anything. Her core clenched again, a spasm of pleasure going through her. She was truly **** and weak for Whitney's tongue, moaning loudly every time she felt her tongue go even a few millimeters deeper. Hitting every possible good spot inside her, though she wasn't sure there even existed a bad spot.

It wasn’t long before her pussy walls spasmer, frequently so. She moaned loudly and came directly onto Whitney's tongue. She didn’t let go though, her legs still wrapped around Whitney's head as she wanted her to take every drop. Triss could not have known The consequences of letting Whitney pleasure her like this, yet in such a blissful moment she couldn’t bring herself to care either. All that mattered was the pleasure, even when she leaned down into the mattress with a tired sigh and stared with a lustful stare. She was panting wildly, her face red and sweat dripping from her forehead. Her boobs bounced slightly up and down, and her ass clenched and unclenched as her grip on Whitney faltered.