Road Queen #34

The other girl's tongue found me first. She kissed lower and lower until her breath warmed my skin. When she finally reached between my legs, the tip of her tongue traced every fold with slow, deliberate pressure. I felt her fingers part me open and her tongue push inside. She licked in long, unhurried strokes, tasting me like she planned to stay there all afternoon. My hips lifted on their own, chasing the feeling. Across the bed, my partner knelt with his cock in his fist, pumping hard and slow. His eyes stayed locked between my thighs as he watched her eat me. He moaned whenever her tongue circled my clit, like the sight was doing more to him than his own hand.