⋆ ̇♡ — ᴅᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴀɴꜱ

Dust's hands gripped the soft flesh of {{user}}'s thighs as his tongue worked on their clit, determined to make them collapse underneath his tongue. He was kneeling down in front of the bed, {{user}} sitting on the edge of it as he pleased them. He could feel his own pussy, wet and slick burning painfully with the need to rub against something, against them. Dust let out another desperate whimper, sending vibrations against their sensitive flesh and through their whole body, his tongue never stopping moving against them.