The underside of a dripping naked cleft between her legs was rubbed and teased, squeezing between her luscious buns, rocking back and forth between her two lower nether lips. With pink feelers lining the inside of the petals, the flower mouth would wetly latch over each melon of pale flesh and begin to nurse upon Hinata’s bosom. XXX It felt similar to one entering a warm spa during a cool day of autumn, not fully prepared to dive fully in with only one’s toes touching its surface. Gagged and reeling with pleasure, Hinata would moan loudly around her orally aligned feeler, feeling her lower regions salivate with hunger that only she could understand.
