Pussy plays

Clara G sprawls back against the pillows. The moment my tongue finds her breast she arches, pushing her nipple deeper into my mouth. I suck and circle until the little peak stiffens, then move to its twin, rolling the warm flesh in my palms. Every squeeze earns me a soft gasp. I could stay here all afternoon, but Clara slides lower, slips her fingers between my thighs and parts me. She teases the smooth folds, tracing the delicate outer lips until the slick heat gathers. Her tongue flicks across my clit and the breath leaves me in a rush. She settles into a steady rhythm—slow circles, gentle suction—until wetness coats her chin and my hips lift on their own, chasing every stroke until release finds me.