He places his hands on the inside of Ophelia’s thighs and spreads them wide before running his nose through the folds of her wet pussy. She groans and bucks her hips, but he holds her in place. “I think we can make use of our sweet Ophelia’s propensity to be soaking wet when any of us have our hands on her.” He lets out a wicked chuckle and then licks the length of her. And if that is not enough, we can always use some blood too.
