I’m sitting on the couch in a black robe, with sheer peach lingerie underneath, writing something down. He comes over, curious, and I tell him I’m making a wish list. His eyes run over me, and he says I’m always the most beautiful. I notice he’s done working, and with a smirk he asks, “So, is a good pussy-licking on your list?” I answer — always.
The next moment he pulls me by the legs closer, opens my robe, and my wet pussy is right at his face. His tongue slides over my lips, teasing even my ass, every flick making me moan louder. I lose myself in the sensations as he devours me. But it doesn’t end there — he puts me on my knees and fucks me hard, making me forget all about that list. Because right now, the only wish that matters is being fulfilled.
