Dripping Pussy Facesitting: Squirt on My Tongue

Facesitting lick pussy was never really on my radar until the night everything just clicked, you know? She came over after some drinks, all confidence and that little smirk, and before I knew it, she was guiding me down onto the bed, pulling her soaked shorts aside without a word. I felt her weight settle on my mouth, and honestly, the pressure was intense—in the best way—her thighs pressing against my ears while I pushed my tongue up into her, desperate to keep pace with how she started rocking back and forth. She wasn’t shy about grabbing my hair, tilting my head exactly where she needed, whispering that I’d better not stop until she soaked me through. And she did, too—the first gush hit my chin unexpectedly, and I just moaned into her, drinking it all in while she rode out her shivers above me. It was messy and raw, none of that polished stuff, and by the end we were both breathless, her collapsed beside me smelling like us.