Dancing on my face

“Take them off,” I heard as Vicky stopped dancing on my face.
Reaching up I grasped the sides of her bikini bottoms. Vicky stood up and I pulled them down her legs while she got rid of her bikini top. Her bikini bottoms now acted like a temporary restraint because they were trapped between my chest and her calves.
As the song ended my hearing was blocked by Vicky’s thighs as she sat down squeezing my head tightly between her legs. My sense of smell was overwhelmed by the musky fragrance of her sweaty butthole and dripping pussy. She mercilessly ground her hips on my face demanding sexual gratification while she smothered my face with her ass and pussy.

The Vixen The Lust Boat 1 by Anna Dubois

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