In the bed with Wivien

Wivien’s blonde hair spilled across the pillows as we sank into the wide bed. She wore sheer lingerie that barely covered her, and the sight of her curves made me wet before she even touched me. I ran my hands over the lace stretched across her hips, feeling the soft give of her big ass beneath my palms. She pressed closer, her breath hot on my neck, then slid down between my legs without a word. Her tongue found my smooth pussy and worked it slow at first—long, slippery strokes that grew firmer as my moans filled the room. Every time I gripped her hair harder, she licked deeper, pushing inside me until my thighs trembled around her face. We stayed there for what felt like hours, bodies tangled, my pleasure building each time she sucked my clit and dragged that slick tongue back through my folds. She gave as much as she took, never stopping until I came hard against her mouth, her lingerie still clinging to her skin.