I accept gracelessly (Pink Trigger's Power >249)

This goddess of forgiveness was offering me her lap as a pillow. Countless young men have dreamed of this scenario, picturing busty servant girls of their own. They imagine resting peacefully while watching the lovely girl's chest rise and fall. They may even want their hair patted or their ears cleaned.

Please. I'm a visionary.

As soon as Shannon lifted her hands to allow me to slide my head atop her apron, I instead stuck my head fully beneath her skirt like some old lech, pulling down both sides of the apron with my hands so that she couldn't easily remove me. He he he he, Shannon! I'm going to taste you before George gets his chance!

As the rain beat down and the thunder crashed, as if both admonished my lewd behavior, I burned the memory before me into my sight... cute, white, cotton panties with an innocent pink bow at the front center, hugging to the erotic shape of her body more tightly than something so precious had any right to. I could see the shape of a cameltoe, ah... her unspoiled womanhood was in front of me. I could feel myself becoming supremely hard, even as the rest of my body wiggled around outside of the curtain of her skirt.

Ignoring her cries of protest and demands that I stop- not violent, just upset- I bit her panties with my teeth and stretched them to get a look inside... Ah... A small black patch of hair, along with her naked pussy, squirming atop the seat of her own skirt. I released the grip of my hands upon her skirt and thrust them inside, yanking the panties off and down her legs, so that they were flush against my face. Bwehehe...

With those off, I extended my tongue, licking at her exposed flesh. Ah... the taste of those creamy young thighs, quivering with shock. Maybe I am a perverse old man, but I assure you, I tasted them thoroughly. I couldn't quite reach the point of my desire, however, and I could no longer see what I was doing.

Finally, I put my tongue against what I judged to be the central point while she squirmed. It was... a barrier!? Aah! My tongue was burning! Barriers are rarely used for offense in such a way, but let me assure you, if they touch something as sensitive as your tongue, they'll hurt badly! Shannon, I never expected you to have such a spicy taste!

"Y-You can't tell a girl she's spicy down there!" Shannon protested, beating me lightly with her fists.

Whoops. I hadn't meant to say that out loud. Regardless, Shannon's barrier chastity belt was proving too much for me like this. I had to use my Pink Trigger to blow it apart so that I could then- lovingly- lick the young girl's pussy!

Grrrk! It hurts to remember what happened next. As I was writhing down there, the shoe dropped. George had probably returned. He smashed my back with all the fury of a man who is watching his wife's first cunnilingus service be given by another man.

Ah, George... I'm sorry I called your wife spicy.