His fingers and tongue glide in and out of her wet folds, each stroke teasing and taunting her need. She arches her back, moans softly, and gasps for breath as he pushes her boundaries and brings her closer to the edge. Their bodies sway with the rhythm of his touch, his hips rising and falling in a steady pace that matches her own desperate cries. With every lick and nibble, his hands grip her hips tighter, pulling her closer, demanding more. She gasps, her eyes rolling back in her head, the feeling overwhelming. "Please," she whispers, her voice hoarse and pleading. "Fuck me." And with that, he finally gives in, thrusting deep inside her, claiming her body and soul in one passionate, sensual moment.
