Concept: Kitchen You're sitting on the kitchen counter, with your legs wide open, patiently waiting to be eaten out by your man. "Fuck, you have such a pretty pussy which I'm sure will make pretty wet noises as well. I bet it tastes as pretty as it looks." Before you even make a response, he's already on his knees in front of you, devouring your sensitive part. You can feel how hot and how wet his tongue is, and the way he swirl it on your clit is driving you crazy to the point that your legs are starting to shake. You shiver when one of his fingers gets inside of you, hitting the spot where you want to be fucked the most. "Scream my name when you cum." He then starts to pump his fingers faster, adding one finger after every several thrusts. You can feel something is going to come out soon which makes you scratch his shoulders, leaving red marks all over it. Your walls start to tighten; you are so close and he knows it. "P-please, don't stop," you beg. One more pump and you squirt. All over him. Yet he's not even stopping. He's watching you as your whole body shakes from the orgasm. Looking up, you saw that his mouth is still wet from your squirt. You pull him by the nape to get his face closer to yours. You kiss him hungrily, licking your squirt on his mouth. "That's right, that's what good girls do. Clean up their mess," he groans in between your kisses.
