A touch of exotic

Marica Hase sits between Antonia's tan thighs like she's right where she belongs. That sun-bronzed Italian ass is firm and open, already shiny, already parted. Marica's tiny fingers hold the cheeks apart and the tip of her tongue traces the dark crease, slow at first, bold with practice. Each lick circles the tight pucker, then flattens out as she presses harder. Sucking kisses turn into greedy tongue-strokes, no pretending she isn't loving the tang. Sticky rivulets drip from Marica's lower lip, catch in her slick hair, the spit and shine rudely marking the flesh she's praising. She digs her tongue deeper, sucks, rims, buries her face like she owns the hole and everything on either side of it. Her free hand cups the dripping pussy above her mouth; for a moment it looks almost chaste—until the heel of her palm grinds against the swollen clit and forces a low moan out of Antonia above her. Dirty, deliberate motions keep Marica bobbing, hungrily busy; she's chasing every muscle twitch, savoring the way heat and want swirl under the skin and keep rolling straight down to her horny palms.