Miranda.

Miranda's eyes sparkled with amusement as she stepped forward, a sly smile spreading across her lips. "I think I'll take a turn," she said, her voice dripping with anticipation.

Liara's eyes flicked to Shepard, a look of curiosity on her face. "I'm intrigued," she said, her voice soft and melodious. "I've never seen Shepard so... enthusiastic."

Ashley chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "She's a natural," she repeated, her eyes never leaving Shepard's.

Miranda's eyes sparkled with amusement as she began to undress, her fingers deftly unfastening the buttons of her uniform. She slipped out of her jacket, revealing a sleek black tank top that hugged her curves. Her hands moved to her waist, and she unzipped her pants, letting them slide down her legs. She stepped out of them. Next she removed her underwear and moved to the cushion. She settled onto the cushion, her eyes locked onto Shepard's. "I think it's my turn," she said, her voice husky with anticipation.

"Get on your knees and eat me, pet," Miranda ordered, her voice low and husky, the words dripping with command.

Shepard's eyes locked onto Miranda's, a spark of obedience igniting within her. She slowly rose to her knees, her hands instinctively going to her thighs as she assumed the position. Miranda's gaze never wavered, her eyes burning with a fierce intensity as she leaned back onto the cushion.

Shepard's face flushed with a mix of excitement and trepidation as she leaned forward, her tongue darting out to taste the air. Miranda's eyes seemed to gleam with anticipation, her thighs parting slightly as she waited for Shepard to begin.

Shepard's tongue darted out, making contact with Miranda's smooth pussy. She hesitated for a moment, taking in the unfamiliar taste and texture. Miranda's thighs tensed as she felt Shepard's tongue on her, her breath hitching in anticipation.

"Lick pet," Miranda demanded, her voice low and husky.

Shepard obeyed, her tongue beginning to move in slow, deliberate strokes.

Miranda's hands grasped Shepard's head, her fingers digging into her hair as she held her in place. Shepard's tongue continued to dance across her pussy, the strokes growing more confident with each passing moment. Miranda's thighs tensed, her hips rising off the cushion as she felt the first waves of her orgasm building.

Shepard's tongue probed deeper, Miranda's moans grew louder, her breath hitching in her throat. Her hands tightened around Shepard's head, holding her in a vice-like grip as she rode the waves of pleasure. Shepard's face was scrunched up in concentration, her tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes as she savored the taste of Miranda's arousal.