Adira Allures Squirting Orgasm and Blowjob

Evilangel

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The air itself seemed to thicken with the scent of her, a heady perfume of salt and sweet musk that clung to the humid space between their bodies. Her back arched, a perfect, straining bow as his mouth, hot and knowing, found the frantic pulse at the apex of her thighs. Every flick of his tongue was a whispered promise, a deliberate stroke that unraveled the last threads of her control. A low, guttural moan tore from her throat, the sound raw and unfiltered as pleasure coiled tight deep within her core, a spring wound to its breaking point. Then it shattered, a seismic release that made her entire body convulse, a warm, liquid rush flooding forth in wave after uncontrollable wave of absolute surrender. In the blissful, hazy aftermath, her fingers, trembling slightly, tangled in his hair not to push him away but to guide him back up the length of her quivering form. Her eyes, dark and heavy-lidded with satiation, met his with a look of pure, unadulterated hunger, a silent command that needed no words. She took him into her mouth then, not with hesitation but with a possessive reverence, her lips forming a perfect, heated seal around his rigid length. The world narrowed to this single, primal exchange, a cycle of giving and taking where every gasp and every sigh was a testament to their shared, shuddering ecstasy.