Fantasy Flirt - Episode 7

She leaned back on her elbows. Her legs opened without hesitation. He watched the way her skin flushed where he touched her. The camera lingered on her face—mouth parted, breath quickening, eyes half-lidded with want. He didn’t speak. Just ran his tongue along her inner thigh, slow enough to make her hips twitch. When he reached her cunt, he kissed her like he meant to devour. Her moan cracked the silence. He licked her open, flat tongue dragging through wet folds, circling her clit with steady pressure. She grabbed at the sheets. Her thighs trembled around his head. He slipped two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and she came hard—back arching, breath caught, legs shaking. He didn’t stop. Just kept licking, kept fucking her with his fingers until she begged, voice raw, hips grinding against his mouth like she couldn’t get enough.