Blonde Cheerleader Panties Licked To A Soaking Finish

She’s on her back, legs up, white panties soaked through. Dark hair fanned across the pillow, fingers tangled in the fabric. Her hips don’t stop moving, grinding against a face buried between her thighs. Every lick sends her spine arching off the couch, toes curling. The wet sounds are obscene, her breath coming in sharp gasps. Then the camera pulls back — just enough to see her chestnut hair tangled, lips parted in a silent moan, thighs shaking before she clamps down on nothing, hips jerking in a final shudder. Dark curtains, dim light, the only thing louder than her breathing is the wet slap of skin on skin.