The room stayed wrapped in that soft, hazy white light, everything quiet except for the wet sounds and our breathing. The bed creaked slowly under us as Lara straddled my face, knees planted on either side of my head, thighs warm and trembling around my ears. Her garter straps dug lightly into her skin, stockings still on, the thin straps framing her hips like dark lines against her flushed body.
"Ahhm… ahhh… yeahh…" Her moans came out soft at first, then louder, filling the space above me.
I kept my mouth open wide, lips pressed tight against her pussy. I kissed and sucked her labia slow and deep—like she was the best thing I'd ever tasted. Tongue flat, I dragged it along her folds, lapping up every drop of her wetness. She tasted salty-sweet, hot, addictive.
