She craved that sweet grool running down her thighs. A drop on her finger was all it took for her to desire more. Am I pervert that I love eating my own pussy grool? she wondered Her lust grew. She had to have more. The vision of it just made her crazier. The urge for that wetness was intense. She licked her lips anticipating the flavor. It was a forbidden pleasure a secret she cherished. Each lick was a step deeper into her arousal. Her cunt was dripping with juice a feast just for her. The sweet aroma filled the air. She spread her legs wider beckoning the camera. There was no shame only pure lust. The grool was creamy a tempting sight. She couldn't resist another sampling. Her fingers smeared the grool across her lips. A erotic gesture only she understood. Deep into her core the wetness flowed. It was a river of pleasure. Her nub was throbbing with desire. The juice was abundant. She collected a drop of grool with her tongue. A instance of pure bliss. The wetness was irresistible a glistening reward. She lapped it up with passion. Her mind drifted to devoted grool eaters. She wondered if they would appreciate her delight. This transparent fluid was her secret. It was a sign to her lust. The grool poured from her pussy. A unending flow of pleasure. She toyed with the wetness on her fingers. A teasing act before the ultimate indulgence. The juice was a smooth invitation. She wouldn't resist its call. Her mouth was ready for the ultimate feast. She lowered her head to her pussy. The wetness coated her entire vagina. It was a messy delight. She gagged on her own grool but kept going. The pleasure was too intense.