Monika's first

Monika’s posed for the camera long enough. Never had a woman’s hands on her. She’s small, soft, sweet in that way that makes my mouth water. I watch the blush climb up her throat while I close the door. No words yet. The button of her top slips free and I slide fabric off each shoulder. Her bra straps tremble. When her nipple hardens against my fingertip she bites her lip, then opens her thighs so I can kneel between them. Her skin is smooth under my tongue; she tastes faintly of the perfume she wore for the session earlier. I lick and she gasps, a thin sound caught between fear and hunger. Two fingers inside, curled just right, and her hips come off the bench in one clean arc. Tight, wet, so responsive she almost can’t take it. The trembling travels up her belly and settles behind her ribs. I suck her clit once, hard, and the orgasm hits her like a freight train. She shakes, quiet, nearly crying with the shock of it, and I smile against her thigh, teeth grazing soft skin because she isn’t going anywhere until I’m done with her.