I am anxious for him to wake up. "Morning, honey. Do you want a taste"? Before he can answer I lower my thighs, slowly start to fuck his face. I know he wants it, he begins to feast. I moan, groan, grind my cunt. I look down, watching my juices soak him. He slurps, laps and I quicken my pace. In orgasmic bliss, my thighs lock down hard. I smother his face, till my orgasm subsides.
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