It was risky, but I found myself getting increasingly wetter by the second at the thought of having Carrie eat me out, even if it would only be over my panties. Besides, then at least I wouldn’t be stuck naked. I gave a gentle nod to Carrie, to which she wasted no time sliding off the seat and shuffling between my legs.
“It’s been far too long since I got a good look at this.” Carrie said. “Guess I better make it count.”
Without any further delay, my hormones were sent into overdrive as I felt the pressure of Carrie’s tongue on my damp slit. Even with a pair of panties in the way, the warmth of her mouth was euphoric to my senses. I quickly found myself lowering myself into my seat to press her face further into me. I could hear myself starting to moan, but I had lost any control over stopping it.
“Carrie sure is a weakness of yours, isn’t she Erica.” Alicia said. “Why I bet if she asked you to let her get a proper taste of you that you’d slide those panties right off.”
Carrie suddenly stopped her **** on my privates, and looked up at me expectantly. She looked at me the same way she always did when she wanted me to be daring, a look that I almost never resisted. She had already slipped her fingers into my waistband, as if she already knew I would cave.
