“Look at you, already getting wet for us,” she murmured, her voice thick with desire, and I felt a fresh wave of humiliation wash over me as I realized she was right, my folds were slick, betraying the fear churning in my gut. 

Why was my body doing this? I bit my lip, tasting blood, trying to stifle the moan building in my throat as her breath ghosted over my clit.

Her tongue darted out without warning, flat and hot as it licked up the length of my slit, tasting me fully, and I cried out, my hips bucking involuntarily against her mouth. 

The sensation was electric, raw pleasure shooting...