Face upwards, back pinned against the front of her index finger, your face is ground into the roof of her vagina as Cindy buries her hand further and further into her sex. Tight vaginal muscles grip and squeeze you along the way, getting you covered in viscous pussy juices. There's not much you can do to help yourself, so you might as well enjoy the ride. It would be much nicer if you could see, though...
The dulled sound of Cindy's deep moaning signaled that she was nearly finished, and ready to climax. More warm and wet pussy juice gushes from her depths, covering you completely, and you slip from behind her finger, falling with a soft squelch onto the floor of her vagina. The incoming tide of pussy juices wash you back out, and you slide between a small gap in her fingers, onto her bedsheets once again, where you try to surface in the sticky puddle. It's like trying to swim through treacle.
Breaking the surface with a gasp, you look up, virtually blind from the pussy juice, and can just barely make out her face from behind forest of pussy hair. Now satisfied, her head falls back, and she promptly goes back into a deep sleep, hand still buried in her pussy.
"Whew. That was... interesting" you mutter to yourself, wading through Cindy's love puddle. Her legs close slowly from reflex once again, and her hand muscles relax, resting on top of her pussy, with one finger touching the ground. Her legs stay open just enough for you to move between them, and you have a decision to make.
You could try exploring her pussy again, on your own terms this time, or try traveling a little further north?
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