LIL POUND CAKE'S STONED DELIGHT IN MR. CUNNLINGUS' TONGUE

In the dimly lit room, filled with the sweet aroma of weed and the musk of aroused pussy, MR. CUNNLINGUS welcomes Lil Pound Cake. She's already buzzed, her eyes glassy, her pussy dripping. He starts slow, gentle, his tongue tracing the lines of her labia, tasting her, savoring her. She's a feast, and he's a man starved. He delves deeper, his tongue plunging into her, lapping up her juices, her moans filling the room as he brings her to the edge, then pulls back, over and over, until she's a writhing, begging mess, ready to explode in his mouth.

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