โ Mm. . . โ
Her own hands grip the others shoulders as that long tongue pushes into every corner of her mouth. While her own isnโt as long or thick, it can be just as flexible. It slides past her tongue and into her mouth, running along the inside of her cheeks.
And wrestling, they did !
She made that tongue move slowly within the woman's maw but made each motion count ; she pressed against every corner of her mouth without shame, claiming every stop, making sure nothing would go unclaimed.
That .. and her hands began to roam too. โก