Lia – Tied Tummy, Soaked Navel: Ruthless Belly-button Worship Until She Cums

I lick it like I hate it: hard, flat tongue swiping from rim to depths until the sensitive walls flutter. Spit gathers thick and glossy; I drool it straight in, hear it splat, then slurp it back noisily before spitting again—over and over, filling and draining her tiny belly-cup until saliva overflows and streams down her sides. Every sloppy mouthful makes her hips jerk against the ropes; every swirl of my tongue pushes her closer to the edge. When her stomach muscles clench and quiver I seal my lips over the puddle and suck, pulsing in perfect rhythm until her whole torso convulses in a helpless, navel-triggered orgasm.