The heady aroma of a woman enveloped me as I extended my tongue to trace the contours of her crotch. The coarse texture of her stockings was palpable against my tongue, and the scent of her pussy filled the air, driving me closer to the brink of insanity.
My dick was achingly hard, straining uncomfortably within my pants. I had tasted Irene only once before, and now the craving to taste her again was overpowering. Given this opportunity, I was determined not to let it slip away.
Her legs tightened around my back, pulling me in with urgent need. Her hand found its way to the back of my head, guiding me closer.
"Aaaah, y-yess... This feels good..."
