She raised her head. “You smell wonderful.” She licked her lips. “And you taste divine.” She ran her fingers down her belly, combing through her golden curls, stopping a hairbreadth above her slit.
“There’s something else I can do,” she whispered. “Something wonderful. Would you like me to try?”
Wordlessly, she nodded.
“Trust me, my love,” Molly said, then bent her head once more.
And then she used her tongue!
Constance went mindless with shock and pleasure as she sagged back against the wall of the cabin. Her entire body went limp and boneless, her legs opening. To her shame and arousal, she saw her hands lying flat on her inner thighs, as if seeking to spread them wider for Molly, who was licking at her womanly mound like a cat at a bowl of cream.
And it was heavenly. Thick, liquid
