"Orion... What are you... doing?" Ayla's voice quivered with a mix of surprise and uncertainty, her eyes widening as she observed my downward descent. Ignoring her nervousness, I met her gaze from beneath the towering peaks of her clothed, magnificent breasts.
"Don't worry," I reassured her, my voice laced with a hint of mischief. "Due to our limited time, I will make this quick." With a deliberate motion, my fingers plunged into the folds of her wet, swollen entrance, parting the velvety petals to reveal the tender flesh that awaited the arrival of my eager tongue.
In an unexpected turn, Ayla forcefully pressed her hand against my head, thwarting my progress and pushing me backwards. Undeterred, I swiftly adjusted my approach, guiding one of my fingers to glide upward in search of her sensitive clitoris. Though my exploration yielded no immediate result, the mere touch was enough to send a shiver coursing through Ayla's body, causing her feeble resistance to fade.
