With two fingers laid flat between her thighs, she massaged the fact that her yoni never lies. Her flow wasn’t near the skills of his tongue, but all she wanted right now was her kitty to cum. A blast of orgasm to shake her nerves, while basking in the recurrent shakes unheard. She loved when he was present to render her submissive. Her legs over his shoulders. His hunger on a mission. The thought of that position arched her spine and blurred her vision. It was the wining of her hips that brought her focus back to this, moment with her moaning the only music shes ever mixed. Nearing the peak of her self-inflicted climax, she bit her bottom lip and embraced the feeling of no mask.