My ex Karla was on the rag but missed me so bad I sucked her pussy till she screamed

Karla’s on her period, dripping wet and cranky—classic. She texts me outta nowhere: ‘I miss your tongue.’ So I show up, kneel down, and eat her out like I’m starving. She moans, grabs my hair, rides my face like a damn saddle. No condom, no shame—just her salty pussy and the stink of her bleedin’ pussy. She cums hard, legs shake, whispers ‘again.’ I’m not done yet.