I'll wish you a good appetite before you eat my pussy

You already know this meal was made for you — that soft, bare pussy presented like an open invitation you have no intention of refusing.

You feel the heat rising before you even get close, your mouth watering at the thought of what waits between those thighs. You want to take your time, to make every second of anticipation count before your tongue finally makes contact.

You lose yourself in it completely — the taste, the pressure, the way your hands grip tighter as the sounds above you grow urgent and uncontrolled.