Lily Cade eats some pussy

Lily’s got Rizzo leaned back against the counter, knees apart, shorts peeled down to her ankles. Rizzo keeps one foot planted and the other dangling, easy and open, the way someone waits for exactly what they asked for. Lily drops to a knee, spreads her lips, and runs her tongue in one slow, flat lick from clit to the wet inside. No warm-up, no teasing—full pressure and quick little flicks that make Rizzo’s hips jerk forward. Lily keeps at it: sucking the swollen nub, pressing the flat of her tongue, switching to fast little circles while two fingers ease in and curl against that spot that turns Rizzo’s breathing into short, hard gasps. The room’s filled with soft, slick sounds and the slap of Rizzo’s foot tapping the cabinet every time Lily sucks harder. She doesn’t stop until Rizzo’s fist knots in her hair, thighs clamp around her ears, and her whole body buckles against the counter with a long, filthy moan.