*Gulp!*
I stared, as fire seemed to blaze throughout my body.
It was truly too enticing, too seductive!
The crimson cherries, coated in sweet dew, rubbed over that tender expanse, then spread apart, their vibrant red against the soft pink—utterly beautiful!
The cherries were small, but her "doorway" was so snug that they could hardly fit, I dared not force them and merely brushed them by before taking them out again.
With her delicate fingers, she held the stem, gently swaying it.
The round, ruddy fruit skin, covered in clear dewdrops, kept trickling down, forming slender threads, making me pant heavily; I leaned closer and extended my tongue.
Just grazed it—their dew was so pure, filled with a fragrant sweetness, as well as the strong, mature scent of female hormones, and then biting into a cherry, the sweet juice burst forth, filling my entire mouth with her scent.
Oh!
I couldn't help but moan, utterly intoxicated.
