I nodded, my thumbs tracing the edges of her slick folds first, teasing the sensitive skin without diving in.
Then I pressed one thumb against her clit, rubbing slow circles, feeling it swell under my touch.
Her reaction was instant: her legs parting wider on their own, inviting me deeper, her hips lifting off the bed, chasing the pleasure i was giving her. Her tail wrapped around my wrist tightly, urging me on. Her eyes were glazed over, her breathing quickening, and I could see the freckles on her chest rising and falling faster.
Emboldened, I slid one finger along her wet folds, coating it with her pussy juice before pushing inside.
Her back arched sharply and a gasp tore from her as her walls clamped down desperately around that single finger—tight, so fucking tight it was like she was made to grip me. I could barely push it in deeper. The resistance from her untouched body made it difficult for me to move inside her. No way I could fit a second one yet; she'd squeeze it right off.
"You're so tight," I told her, my voice husky as I watched her face. "Dripping all over my finger already."
Her body shuddered at the words, her inner muscles fluttering as a fresh gush of her wetness soaked more of my finger, lubricating it and making penetration easier.
"Don't... don't tease me," she whimpered, her hips tilting up, her thighs parting further as if she was trying to take me deeper inside her.
I curled my finger, hooking it to stroke that spongy spot deep inside her, starting with a slow rhythm in and out through her clenching heat.
Leaning in, I closed my mouth over her clit, my tongue flicking and rubbing the swollen nub, tasting her sweet nectar.
She let out a loud, shaky moan. Her hands flew to my head, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer as she grinded her cunt against my tongue. Her thighs quivered around my shoulders, her hips rolling in tight, desperate circles while my finger fucked her steadily, the lewd sounds filling the air.
It didn't take long before she got to the brink—her walls gripped harder, pulsing rhythmically, her pussy juices flowing freer now, soaking my hand and chin.
I glanced up, and fuck, her expression was pure ecstasy: her eyes locked on mine, her pupils dilated, her face flushed a deep pink that spread down her neck. Sweat beaded on her skin, her ears twitching with every lap of my tongue.
"I-I'm... I'm... Ah!—" she cried out, her voice breaking as her hips jerked violently, orgasm crashing through her. Her walls spasmed around my finger, squeezing like a vice, and a fresh flood of her release coated my hand.
I didn't let up, my tongue continued swirling, working her clit through the waves, my finger curling relentlessly until her body went limp, collapsing back onto the bed.
Before she could fully recover, her eyes fluttered open, and locked onto something that made them widen in shock. I'd already freed my cock from my cloak while working her, the thick length sprung out, hard and veined, the tip glistening with precum that dripped in a warm bead onto her inner thigh. It smeared there, marking her skin.
"Now it's my turn," I said, stroking myself once, base to tip, letting her see every veiny inch.