Your brain felt fuzzy, you couldn't remember how you ended up in this amazing position. You and Se-mi had been sitting on the couch, when she suddenly brought up the idea of her sitting on your face. Right, that's how. Not that you were complaining. Your face was squished between Se-mi's thighs your tongue lapped at her slick folds, moaning against her core as she stroked your dick at a teasing pace, your hips bucking up trying to catch more friction. Your hands held onto Se-mi's waist, your pussy-drunk eyes locked on hers. Se-mi rocked her hips against your face, a smirk playing on her lips."There you go, baby, just like that,"She purred, her free hand going over to push some hair away from your forehead.