The small motel room was filled with afternoon sunlight, and the breeze was gentle through the open windows. The young girl was lying on the bed, wearing only a thin T-shirt and tiny lace panties. After a long day of studying and working, she found that she really needed a little "relief".
His eyes looked absentmindedly at the ceiling, his hand slowly caressed from his neck to his chest, and then gradually glided downwards. His fingertips caressed the thin cloth that was already slightly wet. Each movement made her body tremble slightly, her breathing was rushed. With one hand she gently rubbed her breasts, the other hand squeezed the rhythm of the hot narrow slit.
"Hmm... Ư... You..." – she instinctively called her lover's name. She was startled, turned around in panic, and saw him – her lover – standing at the door with a bag of food in his hand, his eyes glued to the scene in front of him.
The space freezes for seconds.
"Oh... Why did you come home so early!?" – She stubbornly pulled the blanket to cover her, her face as red as fire.
He walked slowly, his voice hoarse: "I forgot my phone... But I didn't expect to see this scene."
She covered her face, and said in a low voice: "It's too embarrassing... I don't think you...
""It's okay..." – he sat down next to her, whispering in his ear – "I'm so hot... Let me help you completely."
Without waiting for an answer, his lips grabbed hers lips and kissed her devouringly. A strong hand pulled the blanket out, then slipped it down into his underwear, feeling the wetness that made his heart pound. She could only moan in a daze as the tip of his tongue explored every sensitive point.
He gently pushed her on her back, pulled down her panties, and whispered, "You'll make me happier than any time you do it yourself." Then, without a moment's hesitation, he stretched out his tongue to explore, licking and sucking, causing her to bend her body and moan uncontrollably.
"You... go strong... don't stop..." – she almost begged.