Tongue-fucking Tiffini

I spread Tiffini’s legs wide, then spread open her lips with my thumbs. Her outer lips are puffy; her inner lips are large and delicate, like butterfly wings. Her pussy is rather more purple than her nipples, except for her unhooded clit, which is bright pink. I bend forward and brush my nose along her slit from hole to button, breathing deeply. Her aroma is light and fruity in part, with another scent that reminds me of freshly-baked bread. I can feel her trembling at my touch. I give her a good long lick from back to front, and she mewls. She tastes like peaches and berries, with a yeasty flavor woven through. She tastes wonderful. I raise my head, look her in her half-open, half-focused eyes, and say, “Tiffini, my sexy little student, your pussy definitely gets an A. In fact”—I pause to lap up some more of her nectar with a broad tongue, and she mewls louder—“I give it an A+.”

I dive into Tiffini’s dripping slit with gusto, swirling my tongue around and slurping up her girl-honey, and she squirms and rubs herself against my face. “Ohhhhh, fuck, Mr. Lane!” she cries out when I plunge my tongue into her honeypot. “I never . . . ohhhh, fuck, that feels soooooo good . . . Eat my little virgin pussy, Mr. Lane . . . ohhhh, that’s so fucking hot . . .” I push her little button, and she gasps, then subsides into wordless moans. She’s breathing heavily now. I start licking her G-spot and sucking out her juices, and she starts to shake. When I give her clit a light pinch, she arches backward far enough to lift both her shoulders and her ass off the bed, driving her sex into my face, and lets out a high, piercing scream. Her tight little cunt seizes my tongue and squeezes painfully hard.