The temperature of desire rose gradually in the lounge.
Andy teased Margaret's inner thighs, his tongue darting back and forth along the narrow crevice. He didn't seem very skilled, veering off sensitive spots several times.
But he was smart.
As Margaret's breath quickened, he intensified his efforts. When Margaret gripped his hair tightly, he knew to keep licking. Before long, he took control, mastering the art of pleasing her completely.
Margaret's skirt had rolled up to her waist at some point. Her tie-up panties were undone and tossed aside on the bench cushion. Andy pressed her thighs open with his hands, then gently kissed her hidden entrance.
"You're so lovely down here,"
His voice was husky with desire, his eyes glazed with lust as he spoke. Each time he lowered his head to lick her, he did so with intense focus, as if reading a beloved sonnet.
