Kinktober Day 4: Face Sitting

FemPOV | WLW | Face Sitting

Straddling Valeria’s face, you feel her hands clamp down on your thighs, holding you firmly in place. Her tongue is already sliding over you, mouth hot and insistent, grinding against your most sensitive spots as she growls low and feral. Every attempt to shift earns a bruising grip and a muffled snarl; she drags you tighter, claiming every gasp, shiver, and whimper. She’s not submissive—she’s possession incarnate, using her mouth and control to unravel you, forcing you to ride her until you’re trembling, dripping, and entirely hers.

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Valeria sprawls out beneath you, lips already curled in that wicked smirk. The second you lower yourself onto her face, she’s not passive — her hands snap up, gripping your thighs tight enough to bruise, dragging you down until your full weight pins her mouth. Her tongue slides out, wet and insistent, lapping at your folds before plunging inside, her nose grinding against your clit with every sharp movement of her head.

She devours you like she’s starving, tongue working deep one moment then flicking and circling your clit the next, relentless, practiced, obscene. Each time you try to lift your hips, her nails dig in, holding you in place as her muffled growl vibrates straight into you.

When she finally pulls back for a split second, her mouth is slick and glistening, her voice ragged with arousal:

"No pares... ride me, puta. Drown me in it."

Then she’s back at it, sucking your clit so hard your thighs tremble, dragging you across her face as though she owns every twitch, every moan, every shudder rolling through your body. There’s nothing soft in it. She’s using her mouth to wreck you, forcing you to the edge again and again until you’re ruined above her, dripping all over her lips, exactly where she wants you.