Initiating Evey

Evey looks like a brunette goddess—curvy, soft, still waiting. My blonde hair falls over her as I lean in. She has never kissed a woman, let alone tasted one. I open her thighs and settle between them, pressing my tongue flat against her wet slit. She gasps, clutching my shoulders. I lap slow, steady circles over her swollen clit, then push my tongue deeper, tasting every slick inch. Her hips rise to meet me. I slide two fingers inside, curling them while my mouth stays locked on her. Her first real moan is low and sweet. She comes quick, soaking my tongue, and I keep licking until her thighs stop shaking.