I can’t remember the last time I felt a tongue in my pussy ???

You find yourself drawn immediately to that neglected pussy, warm and aching for attention it hasn't felt in far too long.

You can almost feel the desperation radiating from the image — the way a body holds longing in its softest places, the tension of wanting something specific and wet and slow.

You recognize that hunger, the kind that builds until every nerve ending feels raw, until the thought of a mouth finally pressing close becomes the only thing your mind will hold onto.