About me: searing a secondary path upwards along the inside
of her thigh as her legs open for me. My mouth
arrives at her wet pussy and her fingers dig into
my shoulders, wanting to guide me forward, but I
don't move. My breath is like a fire that
moves inside of her, consuming her in waves of
pleasure and torturous anticipation. I stand up,
leaving her breathing ragged, her heart beat
erratic, her pussy burning for me. I turn her
around, my fingers finding the laces of her
bodice. At first I pull the
