With my right hand, I reached up and grabbed the wet black fabric until it bunched up; then I moved it aside, delighting in the view of her tender pink petals and the suddenly stronger scent. I touched her with just the tips of a few fingers of my left hand, teasingly, tentatively, giving the softest and lightest strokes. “Oh,” she muttered in a tiny voice, and I heard the bed creak a little as her hips slid further toward me, eager and insistent.
I thrust out my tongue then and touched her c******s with the very tip, and she shuddered. I lapped with short strokes, all around the edges of her glistening lips, then with longer licks, slow and steady. Her legs writhed and spread as far as they could. I stuck my tongue inside her then and started slowly f*****g her with it, flicking it, twis
