Ray pushed his tongue out further. The tip brushed against Milady's already glossy pussy lips. Warm. Slippery. Clear fluid stuck right to his tongue—kinda thick and sweet.
He pressed in deeper, dragging his tongue slow from the bottom up along that wet slit. The thin little hairs around it were soaked and sticky, clinging to the pale skin of her inner thighs. Her pussy lips were slightly parted, the inside pink and shiny with more juice that kept leaking every time his tongue moved.
Milady sucked in a sharp breath. The hand in Ray's hair shoved his head closer, forcing his face right into it. From where he was kneeling he could clearly see her flat stomach rising and falling, that tiny waist, and the bottom of her blouse slightly lifted. Her jeans and panties were still hanging around her thighs, the fabric wet and stuck to her skin.
