Dust

"m-miggy," you weakly protest, your hands fisting his hair as you try to push his head away from your abused cunt. your thighs are trying to close around his head, desperately trying to fight the never-ending pleasure miguel seems set on giving you. "no more, n-no more!"

miguel looks absolutely wrecked between your legs. his hair is a mess from your hands constantly running through it, plus the few strands stuck to his sweaty forehead. those red eyes are glaring at you, but you can barely even see the red, his pupils blown wide. and the entire bottom of his face is covered in your sticky slick making his pretty face glisten as his mouth sucks, licks, and kisses all over the mess between your thighs.

"nononono, baby, cariño, corazón, princesa," he chided, removing his mouth from your messy slit to talk to you. "stop closing these legs, 'm not done." it was so easy for him to spread your legs again, his hands forcing them apart.

he groans when his eyes flick down to the mess, seeing how you were still leaking so much for him, how swollen and pretty your pussy looked. "mierda...so fucking cute," he growls, his thick tongue licking a stripe up your slit. another debauched groan leaves him, your taste addicting.

"m-miggy, i can't cum anymore," you sobbed, still trying to run away from his mouth. the sheets under you were sopping wet from how much slick was leaking out of you, paired with the amount of drool dripping from miguel's mouth.