Sophie cocks her head to the side and chuckles, “You wanna feel Momma Sophie’s lips around that needy boy-cock?” She saunters up with her hips swaying seductively, her juicy mound squelching noisily, webs of lubricant dangling between her thighs whenever they spread. The harpy’s fingertip punches into your chest, and she slowly trails it up to your chin, which she gently grabs in her long-nailed fingers. “You may have given me a bimbo’s body and an insatiable need for sex,” she coos, “but that doesn’t mean I’ll wrap these beautiful lips around you for nothing. How about you let me use that cute face of yours to grind my pussy on, and I’ll return the favor?” She blows you a kiss that culminates in her running her tongue over her swollen lips in a slow, wet circle.