The moment my tongue pressed against Marina's tight, puckered asshole, her body convulsed, a guttural moan ripping from her throat. "Hmm… Fucking… Aaah…" she groaned, her voice raw and needy, her fingers clawing at the sheets like a wild animal.
The soundproofing in these rooms was a fucking blessing—because if the walls weren't so thick, the entire White House would have heard the obscene symphony of her moans, the wet SLURP… SLURP… SQUELCH… of my tongue working her ass, the squelch of her pussy dripping like a fucking waterfall.
I pushed my tongue deeper, circling her hole, teasing her, stretching her just enough to make her whimper like a slut in heat.
The taste of her was fucking intoxicating—musky, sweet, forbidden—and the scent of her arousal was thick in the air, mingling with the perfume of her expensive lotion, the stink of her pussy so strong it made my cock throb like a fucking heartbeat.
