Falling in love

Heard her name buzzing around for months before I met her—everyone swearing she's pure fire with girls. Never really know till you touch though. Turns out we clicked instantly, two halves of the same filthy coin. Once we got tangled up, I knew exactly how she'd taste, how she'd moan, how her thighs would shake. She loves diving straight for my pussy, likes to pin me down and grind that slick tongue over my clit till I'm cursing and grabbing her hair. Sometimes I let her take the lead, other times I push her back, spread her open, tongue-fuck her till she's dripping down my chin. She's tight, greedy, the kind that begs without words—just pulls my fingers deeper and fucks them like they’re the only thing that’ll save her.