She rode his tongue like she owned it.
Because she did.
Every time her cunt slid against his mouth, every time she moaned and tightened her grip on his c**k, she reminded him that his body was no longer his own. She f****d his face and stroked him in the same rhythm, using both ends of him until he lost track of which part of him she controlled more.
The vines pulsed tighter at his base. His balls were swollen, full, desperate. Every time her slick ran down his throat, his c**k throbbed and spilled more precum. Not an ounce of relief—just build, and build, and build.
And she didn’t stop.
She angled her hips, riding his tongue deeper, grinding on his face until he couldn’t breathe without inhaling her. Her moans turned guttural. Her cunt clenched and gushed, soaking him in wave after w
