I closed my eyes and took Wendy's thighs in my hands, feeling the way they were tensing around my ears, and how her breathing changed, getting quicker and shorter with every second I worked my tongue on her pussy. Maybe more than most women, I absolutely loved eating pussy, and being able to eat Wendy's pussy was like a dream come true. I loved how my tongue felt against all the different textures in such a small space: the wispy strands of her pubic hair, the warm skin at the join of her hip to her thigh, the delicate way I could flick the tip of my tongue against the folds and the silky skin that got wetter as I did it.

"You're pretty damn good with your tongue." Wendy sighed, holding me by the hair. "Oh, god…mmm…fuck, right there…mmm…I need…" Wendy trailed off and moaned.

I focused, zoning in on how Wendy's demeanor changed as I explored her. This was the entire universe right now, my mouth and her pussy, the two joined in a harmony that was all that I could hear. I lapped at her wetness, letting it pool on my tongue and drinking it down. I was completely, utterly devoted to tasting Wendy fully and making her scream.

And scream she did. Even though her thighs were pressed against my ears, I could hear her voice reverberate through her body, the moans and words echoy and distant, like I was subsumed into a whole other world.

Wendy gripped me by the shoulders, "mmm…god, yes…that's…yes! Mmm!" She pushed her thighs together and my face sank further between her legs, my lips against the soft flesh of her sex, her wetness flowing freely into my mouth.

I moaned at the sudden twitch of Wendy's body, knowing that I was bringing her close to orgasm. I brought my hands around to Wendy's ass and pulled her forward on the chair, closer to my face. She put her hand on my head to steady herself, and arched her back, her heels digging hard into my shoulder blades.

Wendy's ass clenched, my hands gripping hard on it, feeling her body tremble. "Oh my god, I'm…I'm…" she couldn't get the words out as I began to fuck her with my tongue, my nose and lips pressing into her as I searched and probed. She didn't need to say she was coming. I already knew.

Wendy was delirious, her body pulsating, her hips pressing as hard as they could to my face, practically drowning me, but what a way to go if it did.