Go down on Tara

Summer crouched down under the sadistic receptionist's desk. "Look under my skirt," Tara ordered. Summer obeyed. She say that her new mistress wasn't wearing panties.
"Have you ever gone down on a girl before?" Tara asked.
"No."
"Well, first time for everything. Eat me out, Summer."
Summer tried to resist. She tried not to lean in. She tried to cover her face with her hands. She tried not to stick out her tongue. Nothing worked. She wasn't strong enough. When her tongue touched Tara's clit, she felt something inside her break. She worshipped the pussy with abandon. She couldn't zone out, she couldn't stop, her entire being was focused on bringing pleasure to Tara. Tara came, spraying Summer's face. Summer was about to wipe it off, when a command stopped her. "No need to wipe off. In fact, I'm in the mood for another coffee."