Your lunch is served
Your eyes land immediately on the pussy set before you like something meant to be savored slowly, a meal you've been craving without knowing it.
You feel your mouth go dry, then wet. You want to take your time, to trace every curve with your attention before anything else.
You know this kind of hunger — it starts behind the ribs and drops low. You pull closer, breath warm, hands ready, because what's been served to you deserves every bit of your full, undivided appetite.
