Mouth & Fingers Make Her Pussy So Wet

She gasped as I leaned in, my lips grazing the sensitive skin of her pussy. She was already wet, but the moment my tongue touched her, she let out a soft moan. I kissed her gently at first, then deepened the kiss, letting my mouth work magic on her. My fingers found their way inside, moving slowly, pushing deeper with every touch. Her body arched toward me, her hips rocking in rhythm with my movements. “More,” she whispered, eyes closed, breath uneven. I didn’t stop—just let my lips and hands take over, making her pussy drip with love and desire. She was mine, and I was hers.