Juicy

She turns to you with a sly smile, hips cocked to one side. "Care to play before dinner?" she teases, voice low. "Or would you like an appetizer first?" Her shorts slip down, panties already wet. The scent of citrus drifts up as she runs two fingers along her slit, pulling them away slick and shining. Juice from the orange she squeezed earlier glistens on her skin. She leans back against the counter, legs parted, and brings those fingers to her mouth, sucking the mingled taste from her skin. A small moan escapes as she sinks lower, spreading herself wider so you can see every fold. With deliberate slowness she slides those fingers back inside, the soft, wet sound filling the kitchen. Her free hand trails across her stomach, brushing over one breast, squeezing lightly. Every movement is slow, teasing, the orange scent growing stronger as her fingers work deeper and faster. She bites her lip, eyes half-lidded, and breathes, "Taste it," offering herself right there on the kitchen table.