Claudia Class sweet pussy eating

In the sultry eve of a balmy European summer night, the tantalizingly voluptuous lush video vixen Claudia Class lounges upon her silk sheets, awaiting the ravishing arrival of her man. The camera, an amorous voyeur, zooms in on her sumptuous bodice which is just barely contained by the flimsy frill of her lacy underwear. Her buxom breasts heave with longing, nipples stiffening with anticipation as Claudia’s succulent thighs part in sinful invitation.

The door creaks open and her masculine mate strides in, exuding raw animal magnetism and smoldering testosterone. He takes in her decadent form with ravenous eyes, his rigid rod straining against trousers as he sheds his garment and descends upon her, like a wolf upon its prey. Kissing a torrid path from the delicate nape of her neck along the swell of her cleavage, he crests the peak of her breast and suckles the hard bud of her nipple while his calloused hands roam her lush curves, claiming every inch of supple skin.

Claudia moans throatily, surrendering to the electric tingle of his touch igniting an inferno in her loins. Her delicate digits tangle in his hair, guiding his head lower, past the taut plane of her toned stomach. Hooking a thumb under her dampened lace, Claudia herself disrobes, baring her glistening goods to her lover’s greedy gaze. Her petal-soft petals glisten, the heady musk of her feminine heat perfuming the air. “Eat my pussy,” she purrs, hips undulating in wanton invitation. “Lick up all the sweet nectar of my quim.”

He groans, descending on his demoiselles, parting her puffy lips to reveal the molten pink within. Claudia whimpers as his broad shoulders make to rest between her thighs, his hot breath bathing her needy flower in an insistent promise. His long, dexterous tongue darts out to trace a slow, teasing lap along her slit, savoring the heady tang of her own arousal on his taste buds. Claudia shivers at the exquisite sensation, fingernails raking down his neck to urge him deeper. “Yes, just like that, my love,” she breathes, writhing against the plush mattress. “Fuck that sweet little cunt with your wicked tongue.”

He rumbles a carnal growl against her delicate silk, diving in to tongue-fuck her gushing channel in long, luxurious strokes. His lips seek out the throbbing pearl of her clitoris, circling and suckling the sensitive nub, vacillating between fiesty flicks and lazy laves. The erotic wet sounds of his oral love fill the boudoir, his stubble rasping against her bare inner thighs, marking her his own. He varies his technique, fluttering his tongue tip against her rosebud opening before delicate laps along the swollen folds of her outer petals.

Claudia writhes and bucks wildly against his unrelenting mouth, pleasure building like molten hot magma in her veins. Her velvet walls clench and flutter with each lash of his tongue, straining for completion. “Ah, don’t stop, I’m so close,” she whimpers, hands tangling in the linens desperately. Her pleasure domes tighten, threatening to burst as he suckles her clit with greater fervor, the flat of his tongue lashing over the aching bud in marathon strokes, forcing her closer and closer to the edge. “Yes yes yes! Ohh fuck, I’m cumming! I’m cumming all over your face!”

At her erotic exclamation, he doubles down on his efforts, plunging his tongue deep into her spasming sheath, tongue-fucking her blissful hole as she orgasms on his lips with a keening cry. Her womanly honey gushes like a sugary fountain as she claws at his hair and drapes her thigh atop his shoulder, heedless of propriety as she rides out her duration against his lapping mouth, utilising him as if he were a sex toy.

As her tremors of rapture begin to abate, he licks her lovingly through it, lapping up her ambrosial cum as he gentles her, guiding her through the aftershocks with sweet little kitten kisses against her lady bits. “That’s it, my goddess. Let me taste your divine honey.”

Chest still heaving with exertion, Claudia languidly comes down from her high, throbbing sex still fluttering, sensitive from the ride. In a daze of hazy euphoria, she gazes down at her lover revelling in her slick essence. “My my, you have certainly earned a reward for that treat,” she purrs throatily, lazily rolling onto her hips to tower over him. “Now it is my turn to feast on the main course.”