52 Starved [R18].

"Agh, what's wrong with y-you, today?" The woman cries, clasping a hand over her forehead, chest heaving with every disgruntled groan leaving the back of her throat. 

She lowers a hand down to entangle in the black mop of hair, nestled between her creamy thighs. 

The room is filled with steam, droplets collecting over the dip of her breasts and down the neck of the man, whose mouth is licking and sucking her swollen cunt, dry.

The slick sounds of him attaching his lower lip down her gaping hole and sucking in with all his might, have her trembling. 

Her toes curl, as he lowers his head in, nose digging the pebbled button that governs her arousal, teeth sucking in her outer lips, nibbling on her flesh. 

"O-Ouch.." She cries, wiggling away from the grasp that he has on her pelvis, holding her down. 

He looks up at her, with serpentine eyes, philtrum and chin dripping in her white translucent arousal.