[ The sounds Cellinia makes are music to Irene's ears. She shivers, glancing up along the plane of Cellinia's body to look at her reaction and then she dips her head again to start leaving more licks and kisses and little nips as she trails lower and lower, fingers skimming her sides, her mouth pressing against her belly and then into the soft inner flesh of her thigh, getting closer and closer to her cunt, teasing a little, letting anticipation build. She wants to take her time. She wants to make this last. So she does - until finally she presses her tongue against her clit in a slow, teasing little lick and then follows it with another against her lips, parting her a little as she starts to truly taste her.
Reverence. Worship. She wants to give her so much. ]
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Reverence. Worship. She wants to give her so much. ]