Rosy Slits Devoured

In a dimly lit room, a faceless figure kneels, their breath hot on soft skin. They lean in, their tongue tracing the outline of slick labia, parting them to reveal the delicate flower within. They feast, their tongue dancing, flicking, and plunging, drawing out gasps and quivers. The room echoes with wet, sloppy sounds as they bury their face in one pink twat after another, their chin glistening with arousal.

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