Sara had propped her knees in the air with her thighs spread as she fingered her pussy. I didn't see the harm in watching from a better vantage point. I slowly climbed onto the bed on my stomach until my face was within a foot of her pussy. The smell of her pungent juices was powerful. Two fingers were flying across her clit. The pink folds were peeled open like a flower glistening with beads of nectar.

I moved closer, accidentally brushing my ear against her thigh. She scooted down on the bed until her pussy brushed against my lips. I clamped my mouth around her swollen mound and shoved...