Cheer Squad Slumber Parties #16

She pushed me back on the sheets and climbed up on my face, her pussy wet and warm right where I needed it. Slick and dripping, she rocked her hips, grinding that soft pink against my mouth. Her thighs trembled, squeezing my head, but she kept moving, pushing down harder every time my tongue slid up inside her. Every moan rolled out of her, raw, like she wasn’t even trying to hold it back. I gripped her ass and pulled her lower, and she soaked my face, greedy for more, riding my tongue like she owned every inch of me. Her body shook, muscles tightening, then she hit that peak and let out this sharp cry that told the whole room how good she felt. Spent for half a second, she barely paused before pulling away, wiping her fingers between her legs, sliding those drenched fingers over her clit for another round. Wetness glistened on her skin, slick and shining under the lights, and she grabbed my cock like she couldn’t wait another second. She took it in fast, wet, hot, sliding down with no mercy. Every thrust came urgent, her body bouncing, slick folds gripping tighter every time she dropped her weight. This wasn’t slow—she was hungry for it, chasing it down, and every inch of me fit just right while she fucked like nothing else mattered.