Halcyon638
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“God, yes,” Gabi sighed as Monica’s shorts slid down her hips. “Show me your lovely pussy, baby. I need to see it.”
Monica could feel her lover’s hot breath on the sensitive skin first. “I adore you.” Her hands slipped around and felt the blonde girl’s now bare ass, then worked their way up her hips. “I’m going to give you everything you need, carino.” She let out a warm breath purposefully now, the hot air wafting onto Monica’s pink lips.
Gabi began by nuzzling Monica’s inner thighs. Her delicate round nose and moist lips brushed up against where the bottom hemline of a pair of boyshirts would usually come to. Gabi placed little kisses, maintaining eye contact with her girl whenever possible.
Slowly, Gabi slid the very tip of her tongue against her girlfriend’s folds. “I want you to forget about everything. Everything but my tongue and my lips and my touch.” She applied minute touches to the pink lips, as if she was a painter applying faint glimmers of light to a sun-dappled tree. Her hands brushing Monica’s bare sides, Gabi let her tongue grow flat, making it gradually ascend her lover’s opening, taking her time.
Monica could feel her lover’s hot breath on the sensitive skin first. “I adore you.” Her hands slipped around and felt the blonde girl’s now bare ass, then worked their way up her hips. “I’m going to give you everything you need, carino.” She let out a warm breath purposefully now, the hot air wafting onto Monica’s pink lips.
Gabi began by nuzzling Monica’s inner thighs. Her delicate round nose and moist lips brushed up against where the bottom hemline of a pair of boyshirts would usually come to. Gabi placed little kisses, maintaining eye contact with her girl whenever possible.
Slowly, Gabi slid the very tip of her tongue against her girlfriend’s folds. “I want you to forget about everything. Everything but my tongue and my lips and my touch.” She applied minute touches to the pink lips, as if she was a painter applying faint glimmers of light to a sun-dappled tree. Her hands brushing Monica’s bare sides, Gabi let her tongue grow flat, making it gradually ascend her lover’s opening, taking her time.