Would you eat first or is my pussy ready to be fucked?

You're staring straight at a pussy that makes the question answer itself — wet, parted, and already past the point of waiting.

You feel the pull of it low in your gut, that specific hunger that skips past patience entirely. You know the warmth radiating off that skin would hit your mouth before your mind caught up with your body.

You could take your time, lips and tongue working until the thighs on either side of your face are shaking. You could also just push forward and feel exactly how ready that welcome is.