I reached my hands down between Camilla's spread thighs, fingers finding her swollen, throbbing clit instantly. It was fat, slick, and pulsing like a little heartbeat under my touch.
I rubbed it in slow, firm circles at first—teasing the sensitive nub with the pads of my fingers—then pressed harder, rolling it relentlessly while my palm ground against her dripping pussy lips.
"Hmm… aah… hmm…" Camilla moaned—low and filthy at first, then louder, more desperate. Her massive Mexican tits bounced heavily with every twitch of her hips, dark nipples scraping my forearms. "Master… fuck… my clit… it's too sensitive… aaah… please… slower… I'm gonna… I'm gonna lose it…"
She tried so hard to hold back—thighs shaking violently, pussy clenching around nothing, teeth sinking into her lower lip until it turned white.
