Lucy's hands finally gave way, unable to resist Cassian's persistent tongue slipping between her fingers, brushing directly against her warm center. Blushing deeply, she moved her hands aside, giving him an unhindered view of her fully aroused folds. Her panties, still caught between her soft, pink, and glistening skin, were thoroughly soaked, clinging to her with evidence of her desire. Cassian took in the scent of her arousal, letting it drive him as he leaned in without hesitation, pressing his tongue to her folds in a slow, savoring lick.
'So wet...' he murmured to himself, letting her taste linger. His hands moved to her hips, fingers grazing her soft curves as he gently eased her panties down. With each inch he revealed, her curves became even more pronounced, freed from the snug embrace of the fabric, and he marveled at the fullness of her form.
