“Use your words,” I teased, my voice laced with a playful challenge.
She was on her knees, her body poised above mine. She licked her lips, her eyes burning with a possessive hunger. She looked as though she wanted to devour me whole.
My panties landed on the floor, a silent testament to the desire that consumed us. She inhaled sharply, her eyes fluttering shut as she savored my scent. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, she lifted my skirt, bunching the fabric high above my thighs, leaving me gloriously exposed. A predatory gleam sparked in her eyes. She was about to devour me.
"Oh, fuck..." she breathed, momentarily lost for words. Clearly, she couldn't articulate the hunger that possessed her. She was going down on me like my p***y was her long-awaited reward, a forbidden indulgenc
