PRESSED AGAINST EACH OTHER
Richmond smirked darkly.
Her pussy tightened at his expression and she whimpered quietly.
His eyes sparkled with lust as he glanced at her with those lustful eyes.
"Richmond," Anne whispered anxiously.
"Your arousal is the most delectable scent. It teases me. I want to taste you and see for myself how it weep," Richmond added quietly and slowly, his head lowered in between her thighs.
Her clit jumped with excitement.
"This pretty little cunt of yours is soaked, little girl," he said next.
"Yes," I begged. Anne was wet for him and only him.
His tongue curled forward, licking at her inner thigh first and then slowly moving closer to her folds. Richmond kissed and suckled at her sensitive flesh, moving closer to her center achingly slowly, inch by torturous inch until she was sure she would die of internal combustion.