Fresh meat for me

Fresh meat for me. This one’s new—Tricia. Young blonde, barely experienced, and all mine to savor. She shows up in sheer black lingerie that clings to her tight body like a second skin. I watch the way the lace presses against her nipples, the tiny thong disappearing between her smooth cheeks. I drop to my knees. No teasing, no games. I spread her thighs and bury my face between them. Her pussy’s already slick when I press my tongue flat against it. I lick slow, then faster, tasting every wet fold. She gasps, hips jerking, but I hold her open and keep going—lapping, sucking, letting her juices coat my lips. She moans loud, hands in my hair, and I don’t stop until her legs tremble and she comes hard against my tongue.