She arched into my touch with a broken moan and I stroked her through the fabric, slow circles over her c**t until her hips rocked desperately against my palm.
“Off,” she gasped. “Please—take it off.”
I hooked my fingers in the sides of her panties and dragged them down her legs, tossing them somewhere behind me for the third time tonight, after repeatably thinking it was the last round.
Then I spread her thighs gently and settled between them, lowering my head to kiss the soft skin of her inner thigh, then higher, until my mouth found her.
The first taste of her—sweet, slick, and perfect—drew a groan from deep in my chest. I licked into her slowly, savoring every shudder, every quiet cry she tried to muffle against her own hand.
When I sucked her c**t between my lips she bucked hard,
