path upwards along the inside of her thigh as her legs open for me. My mouth arrives at her wet pussy and her fingers dig into my shoulders, wanting to guide me forward, but I don't move. My breath is like a fire that moves inside of her, consuming her in waves of pleasure and torturous anticipation. I stand up, leaving her breathing ragged, her heart beat erratic, her pussy burning for me. I turn her around, my fingers finding the laces of her bodice. At first I pull the