A Deer In Headlights. [WM]

Her curiosity had leaked, her nose looking for what else she had made. Very similar to the tuna scent, yet she felt that this smell was a lot more pungent. No matter what she did, her nose couldn’t recognize the scent of Whitney's wet panties. Poor little virgin girl Triss. She obviously knew what sex was, she had just.. kept her peace for so long she didn’t have the knowledge of how cockdrunk and **** she actually was. Completely oblivious to the World around her, and even more so to Whitney's arousal for her. To her, She’d always imagined them as just FRIENDS, but now that was about to change.

"Hmmn? Oh yes, I made tuna casserole.~ and Maybe something more~" She hummed, but she sounded so awfully aroused, she involuntarily squeezed her legs together and felt her uniform creak against her skin as if it was begging to come off just like Whitney removed hers moments later. This was escalating more than Triss was comfortable with!

Her eyes went wide, her nostrils seemed to just flare up so it was noticeable as she breathed in. It wasn’t voluntary, but who wouldn’t be so shocked? She didn’t imagine that she’d ever like Triss, but she couldn’t even describe it as ‘like’. It was more between her legs than in her heart, yet her breathing got Worse as her panting just stopped. Her pussy was growing wet too, she had never experienced something so terrifying yet exciting. Her legs squeezed together once again, staring at Whitney and her wet panties.

She wasn’t denying Whitney to take her, claim her. A part of her wanted it, yet she couldn’t bring herself to come closer. Too intimidated by Whitney, and perhaps too overwhelmed by Whitney and her own senses. The way her panties dripped thick liquid onto the couch made her mouth water and tail wag. She wanted to take a step forward or to speak, but the words died in her mouth. Obviously, such a small virgin like her wouldn’t be able to eat Whitney's pussy out without a little guidance.