Lila dropped to her knees in front of me, her hands sliding up my thighs. She looked up at me with dark, hungry eyes.

“May I?” she asked, her breath warm against my pussy.

I nodded frantically. “Please.”

She leaned in and licked a slow, broad stripe from my entrance to my clit. The sensation was overwhelming — hot, wet, perfect. I cried out, my hands flying to her hair. She did it again, slower this time, savoring me. Her tongue circled my clit, then flicked over it, then sucked the swollen nub into her mouth. Two of her fingers pushed inside me, curling gently against that spot that made...