She climbs on top of me, her eyes locked on mine as she pu lls down her panties — slow, teasing. Then she plants herself on my face, smot hering me with her wet, warm pussy. I can’t move, I can’t breathe — and I don’t want to. Every moan, every grind, every drop of her arousal is mine to taste. This is pure, raw face-sitting pleasure — no holding back.
