Lelika’s uncertainty of her situation and mild fear of you, the only things between her and an orgasm, are quickly falling away as you tenderly care to her needs with your tongue and lips, coxing her towards release. Her gasps become a single, extended, shuddering breath, her legs twitch and she presses them together only to throw them wide apart, digging her nails into her own flesh. Then she comes, crying out, louder this time, her whole body straining as legs, head and upper torso life off the stone, only to fall back down in perfect bliss, her pussy leaking love nectar. She twitches as you lick this up, your tongue pressing against her over stimulated flesh. She looks at you with dilated pupil pushing aside the unique colour of her iris aside. Through her parted lips her tongue slips to moisten them between deep, clear breaths.