Ramon Salazar

She can barely move, barely breathe like this and it's glorious. The sensitive flesh of her nipples seems woven somehow with the sweet sensations unfolding in her cunt. Every flicker of his tongue, every gentle nip of his teeth, and she pulses around him. Instinct wants him deeper, but he won't let her move, so she settles for rolling her hips in a decadent circle. Every bite gets another whimper, and her hands fist in his hair. Every soothing pass of his tongue, every press of his hips makes her tremble and moan.