Face-licking Freak
Just another lazy afternoon with Randy and I alone in the house. I’m so desperately horny. It’s the perfect time to act out my devious perverted desires. Once I have Randy tied to a chair, I straddle her lap, press my bare breasts against hers, and have my way with her pretty face. My mouth is wet and ready for action. I lick her cheeks with full, slow strokes, giving her every inch of my throbbing tongue muscle. She squeals in dismay. But there’s no escape for Randy. I’ve tied her so thoroughly she can’t dodge my tongue bath no matter how she squirms. (With slow-motion sequences for maximum detail!) Her skin tastes delicious. I can’t help myself. I want to cover her face in slick lashes of saliva. The more she struggles, the more aroused I become, until finally I lose myself in a shuddering tongue-gasm, coating Randy’s face in a final glaze of moisture. Satisfied, I clean her off with my fingers . . . just kidding! A final slobbering, and I run off, leaving her tied to the chair to dry.