Yasmin makes it worse

Letting out a little scream, Yasmin quickly tries to close her legs, but with Steph's head there she instead does nothing more than forcing Steph's mouth against her pussy, and worse her nose rubbing over Yasmin's clit.

"Oh fuck!" Yasmin moans as she feels waves of pleasure, enhanced by yourself, run through her body from nothing more than her exposure and the brief touch from Steph's face.

Steph tries to pull herself out from between Yasmin's legs, struggling a little as her nose fills with the scent of Yasmin's arousal. With no chance of leverage Steph has to flail her arms around, finally gripping the first thing to get herself free. Yasmin's shirt.

Steph manages to push herself into a kneeling position, and as she takes a breath of the fresh air she realises the damage she has done. Grabbing at Yasmin's shirt has resulted in tearing it open, buttons laying on the floor beside a highly aroused and panting Yasmin, her shirt hanging open flashing her white bra, and nothing at all hiding her exposed pussy.