The air in Elizabeth's massive bedroom was heavy, charged with heat and the scent of her pussy. The morning light spilled through the tall windows, glinting off the polished marble floor and casting soft shadows across the curved couch where we tangled.
Elizabeth's moans filled the room, fast and desperate—"Ahh… ahhh… ahmm"—as my fingers thrust inside her pussy, my tongue flicking relentlessly over her clit. Her thighs trembled around my head, her slick folds pulsing under my lips, her body practically vibrating with need.
"Ah… let it out…" I groaned against her heated skin, my voice muffled as I tasted her juices, her pussy spasming like crazy. She was beyond turned on, her pussy rubbing against my face, chasing every touch.
