My face was drenched, the air thick with the feral scent of her cunt. Reyna's thighs locked around my head, not just holding me in place but actively trying to crush my skull, the corded muscles trembling with the force of her need, veins standing out under sweat-slick skin, her flesh so hot it felt like it was branding me.
Through the haze of her scent, I saw everything in obscene, high-definition detail.
Her slick, swollen folds were parted wide, glistening under the single yellow bulb like the petals of a rare and toxic flower, the inner lips dark pink and fluttering, coated in a thick, creamy glaze that dripped in slow, viscous ropes, stretching and snapping with every grind of her hips.
Her entrance was a dark, clenching hole, pulsing rhythmically, and bead after bead of her clear, thick cream welled up from deep inside her like molten honey, only to be smeared across my chin, my lips, my nose as she ground her hips down with brutal, possessive force.
