Eating Helen (2) *

I didn't stop. I couldn't. The taste of her was addictive, and the way her body responded to me—every twitch, every gasp, every shudder—only drove me further. I licked her again, slower this time, savoring every drop of her arousal as her pussy clenched and trembled beneath my tongue.

The room was filled with the sound of her moans, each one a symphony of pleasure that echoed off the walls, wrapping around us in a cocoon of raw, unbridled desire. Helen's voice, usually so composed and controlled, was now a sultry, breathless melody that sent shivers down my spine. "Haaa❤️…haaaan❤️! Haaan❤️! Nooo…haaaan❤️! H..Heiron…haaaan❤️…haaaa❤️!" Her cries were a mix of protest and surrender, a contradiction that only made her more irresistible.