I got close to her cunt and took a deep breath. It smelled faintly like shampoo, clean and fresh, with that underlying feminine musk that made my mouth water.
I leaned in and licked her cunt slowly, dragging my tongue from the bottom of her slit all the way up to her clit. Carrie moaned softly, her thick thighs trembling around my head.
"You want a real cock to stretch you out, don't you?" I murmured against her wet folds. "Your husband's old dick can't satisfy this greedy married pussy anymore. That's why you keep coming back to me."
I licked her again, slower this time, savoring her taste.
"You're so wet already… dripping for another man's tongue while your husband is probably sitting at home. Such a bad wife."
Carrie moaned louder, her hands gripping the sheets. "Evan… it's… w-wrong… I'm…"
