Another tiny squirt of juice sprayed her tongue. The woman went into some particularly violent trashes as she tried to stifle as scream of pleasure by holding her lower arm over her mouth. The other hand hung on to her head, pressing it still harder against the pleasure-craving p***y as she rode through the last waves of her tremendous eruption. A few final spasms made the c**t dance against her tongue as she tried to concentrate on the right moment to ease the intensity of her stimulation. It probably was the very last second. The body had started trembling stiffly – in a completely different way than a second before – and the hand on her head suddenly stopped pulling. But she avoided the painful tug in her hair and sensed how the woman's body slowly relaxed and sank into some kind of sat
