Panties discarded she spreads her thighs.
Moving closer, he asks, “Was it painful?”
“Waxing? No. Look different?”
His head lowers, “Hairless? Definitely.”
“Likeable?” Her smile mischievous, lascivious.
Cheek brushes her inner thigh, “Lickable,” he growls.
“Do it! Oh, please.”
Tongue pokes gently into pink petals. Instant musky cream around his lips.
Her yearning gasp hardens him. For later.
“Oh, taste me. Suck me.”
Tongue slithers, clit to weeping entry, and back.
“More, “ she moans, clit risen, wanting, surrendering. Sucking lips nibble, and her ecstatic squeal, as her hips heave up, soaking his chin, heralds time for deeper plunging.
