Her tongue

Leaned forward over the end of the table, the Crimson Queen brings her hands to your hips, softly sliding them down your bare legs, and up again. With swift movements, she takes the edge of your panties in a finger, and tugs them down to reveal your wet pussy, glistening with need. She watches your every move as she brings her head closer to it, exhaling a hot breath through slightly-parted lips onto your sensitive skin.

Her eyes now hidden behind long lashes, she lowers her ruby lips to your body, proceeding to meet your pussy with a warm, sensual kiss. You let out a long moan as a deft tongue slithers its way around your labia, delving into you with slow, twisting movements. It feels precise, yet thick and strong as it explores your depths, producing shuddering moan after shuddering moan from your drooling mouth.

Her head stays glued to your crotch as it tips and turns about, like she's giving a lover a deep, embracing kiss. Her mouth sucks on your pussy gently as her tongue ventures over every inch of it, inside and out, eliciting gasps over especially sensitive spots, and returning to them often. She reaches depths that you aren't sure a normal tongue should be able to, yet she pushes further nonetheless. The snaking tongue fills your cunt with undulating movements, reaching deep, and withdrawing in order to taste your pleasure.

Her attention is skillful, yet slow, taking her time as she eats you out, and building the pleasure of the climax you need. The fall of her dark hair graces your thighs, and her hands slide over the cooled puddles of wax, occasionally plucking them from your skin with the barest tinge of hurt behind it. Suddenly a long, deep moan reverberates throughout your womanhood, sending your hips to writhing beneath her mouth as you moan alike.

You raise your body off of the table as far as you can, needing a firmer touch attending your sex, yet finding no such attention as the Crimson Queen pushes you back down. Her tongue soon leaves your pussy, and her lips follow with a sucking pop. Your fluids spill down the table as she eyes your panting expression, crouched over your body as she is. You see her tongue dart out to lick her lips clean, and notice its tip is indeed forked.

With one final lick, she grips your clitoris between each tip of her tongue, making you groan with pleasure. "That's it, Darling," she purrs, reaching down to feel the juices spilling out of you. "I think you're just about ready now..."

With that, the Crimson Queen climbs onto the table with you, and sheds her crimson dress, revealing her perfect, alabaster breasts and smooth skin, all the way down to her shapely hips as she kneels above your legs. The final folds of red cloth fall away to reveal...