What hole are you tasting first?

Your eyes drop straight to that pussy, pink and bare and already pulling every thought out of your skull.

You feel the heat before you even get close, your mouth watering at the choice laid out in front of you like a dare you didn't expect to win.

You lean in, lips grazing soft skin, and the decision dissolves — your tongue already moving on instinct, chasing the warmth, the taste, the small sharp sound that tells you exactly where you're needed most.