She is.

You take a sip of your coffee as you look at Gabby, she keeps her warm smile, but her eyes look at you intensely, almost as if observing you.

"How was that?" You ask sheepishly, putting down your cup.

"It was nice." She says sweetly. "How was it for you?"

That seems like a strange question at first, but your mind quickly flashes back to the warm wet feeling on your tongue, the intoxicating taste you've never experienced before, the pure bliss you felt lapping away at her.

"It was nice." You say, trying to remain cool. Your mouth begins to water as you continue thinking about her pussy. You take another sip of your coffee, but it now doesn't taste as good compared to the thing your mind is focused on.

"Something wrong with the coffee, dear?" She asks. Your face must be giving it away.

"No, it's fine, it's just..." You search for the words.

"Not as good as my pussy?" She says, giving her own coffee a sip.

You pause for a moment, realizing that your intense thought about eating her out doesn't seem normal.

"You're welcome to go back under the table if you'd like." She says, still remaining completely casual.

Your concerns quickly disappear as you find yourself practically jumping back under the table. You don't know what's come over you, you've never been this eager to do anything. As her legs once again spread open, you leap towards her like a starving dog. As soon as your tongue hits her lips, a warm feeling of joy washes over you. You begin frantically lapping and sucking at her cunt, savoring every bit of it. You push your face into her, trying to get your tongue as deep as possible, getting as much of taste on it as you can. Gabby must be enjoying this as well as you feel her legs tighten around your head. You keep going, losing yourself inside of her. You feel her pushing harder against you, grinding against your face. Her hand comes down under the table brushing through your hair before grabbing some tightly. This doesn't phase you at all, as your total focus is on lapping away at her. You feel her hips begin to buck as she forces your face even deeper while squeezing your head almost uncomfortably tight. She soon lets up, spreading her legs out more and releasing your hair.

Her obvious climax is the perfect sign that your work is done, but it doesn't stop you. You keep going at it, licking and sucking, stroking her insides with your tongue, enjoying every moment of it. You think you hear a moan form above the table but you can't really tell.

You're in heaven as your tongue continues to dance around, you never want to stop... but the better question is, can you stop?