Her wet pussy was so clear through the stockings, the thin fabric all but mocking me, showing me that I had gotten so close yet not close enough to actually touch. I kept my gaze locked on her as I hooked my arms under her legs, keeping her in place so that I could lean forward and trail my tongue from entrance to clit, moaning at her taste. My back was going to start aching by the time I was going to bring her to an orgasm, but I didn't care. Not when one of her hands came to push my head closer, the other pushed against the mirror behind her so she could grind down on my tongue harder.
