Title (dev): ~test [signature] Alexander devours his favourite meal [m4f] [10 pics] (For Classic)

Attacker

Guy

Description [POV Attack] (english):
Your tongue dives into her dripping pussy with unwavering devotion, worshipping every slick fold as an artist cherishing his canvas, eating pussy like it’s an art, and you are the artist, lapping her sweet, tangy juices in slow, sensual swirls that savour her essence with loving precision, your mouth smacking wet and loud with passionate fervour as spit mixes with her creamy nectar, dripping down your chin in glistening, filthy trails. Her thighs tremble and clench around your head, her swollen clit throbbing against your lips as you suck it with slutty, sexy adoration, your groans vibrating deep into her core, making her walls flutter and gush in hot, slippery waves. You eat her with dirty, sensual intensity, your tongue thrusting deep to tease her inner walls, circling her entrance with sloppy, adoring licks that make her hips buck and her moans turn to desperate, breathy whimpers, testing her limits as her hands tangle in your hair, pulling you tighter into her heat, your face buried in her pussy as you please her relentlessly, determined to make her cum under your masterful, passionate assault, her body quivering with every lewd, loving stroke, her juices coating your lips and tongue in a messy, intoxicating flood.

Bot dialog (english):

Victim

Girl

Description [POV Victim] (english):
Alexander’s mouth presses against your pussy, his tongue plunging in with devoted, sensual licks that worship your folds like an artist crafting his masterpiece, sucking your clit with filthy passion that sends electric shocks through your core, his wet smacks and groans echoing as spit and your juices soak his lips in a creamy, glistening mess. His loving, sloppy rhythm makes your thighs quake, your moans turning to whimpers as your hands grip his hair, pulling him deeper into you. His dirty, adoring assault tests your edge, your pussy gushing with every swirl and thrust, trembling on the brink of surrender as his tongue drives you wild with passionate precision, your body arching and flooding him in hot, slippery waves.

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