Slowly

Taking your lips away from her breasts is almost torturous but you can't allow monotony in this act of **** seduction either. "Just relax, and let it all out," you repeat as you fall down on your knees in front of her. Some may say it is not what a master should do... And they are probably right but you are not a typical master. Your next target is her belly button and the area around it, which you explore with your tongue, lips, and hot breath. Her stomach muscles contract as your lips brush against them. "mmmmhh..." You hear Jessica mumbling into the gag, something that sounds like a surprise. She probably expected a direct **** on her pussy but you want to show her a new world of pleasure, not tongue **** her like a common street whore.

Every woman is different, every woman has her unique spots outside her intimate areas that are no less sensitive than what men tend to focus on. By sheer luck, you seem to have found hers - the navel. The very moment your lips touch it, Jessica arches her back as far as the wall allows (which is not much), and her breathing changes once again. Her hips seem to buck a little too and you take it as an invitation.

Your hands start caressing her legs, knees, and upwards, up to her sides. Yet, you deliberately avoid not only her crotch, which is still protected by her panties but also her inner thighs, doing everything to not extinguish her growing pleasure with fear and reminder of the imminent ****. Instead, you focus on the tense muscles of her abdomen. sides of her body, and outer thighs.

Jessica smells wonderful as fear changes the composition of her sweat. A slight muskiness, slightly floral aroma of what must be soap or perfume. Unlike your daughter's, your arousal is going through the roof, your body demands action and release. Yet you **** yourself to proceed slowly... At some moment, you, finally, allow your face to go even lower, to the panties with that cute flower print.

And there you see it. Slight, barely visible wet spot. Her body is waking up. A spark of passion is able to burn even through the cold shower of fear. All you need to do is to turn it into an inferno. Your lips go to the next area, to her shaky inner thighs. There is no point to delay it further, you either succeed or fail!

And stopping would surely guarantee a failure. While your mouth caresses her left inner thighs, your palm is stroking over her right one. Even through the gag, you can hear soft, short sounds coming from Jessica's mouth, which sounds nothing like sobs or pleas anymore. You glance at the wet patch on her panties and see it getting bigger and smile widely.

It is when you rush a bit. Too excited by your success, you take pause, grab her panties with both hands and tear them apart. As a result, Jessica freezes like a rabbit spotted by a python. Her body goes tense and rigid once again. Did you just blow your chance?