Backstage with Cherry Pink

She was young, blonde, and perfectly ripe for it. Cherry Pink sat on the edge of the bed that Friday afternoon, her thighs pressed tight together, waiting. I lowered myself between them and let my tongue trace slow circles over her clit until she arched and begged. Then I spread her wider and pushed two fingers inside, feeling her pulse around me while she moaned for more. I sucked on her swollen little bud and licked every fold until her wetness coated my mouth. She tasted sweet, clean, fresh, the kind of taste that makes you want to stay down there all day. When she came she sounded almost surprised, her hips jerking against my face. I kept licking her through the aftershocks, tasting her until she trembled and laughed. Then I climbed up, kissed her open mouth so she could taste herself on me, and told her this was only the beginning.