I just want to have fun

I was so focused on bearing the tickle of their long nails against my skin that it took me a moment before I realized they were running the tip of their long painted index finger along the inch of fabric directly over the top of my slit. My heart sped up as their fingernail rhythmically skimmed over the hood, the clit, and the inner labia through the thin mesh of my underwear. It wasn't long before we could both feel wetness soaking through.

They told me to take off my panties and I hopped up to obey. At first I thought they would resume rubbing me with their hand but instead they knelt eagerly on the floor in front of me. I scooted my butt to the front of the sofa cushion and tried to relax as they lapped at my clit. I focused on their tongue gliding up and down, the pressure steady but torturously gentle.

I got close to the build up a few times, with only a few brief interruptions to adjust angles and for them to pull back and admire my rosy wet pussy. My clit twitched at the sight of their beautiful face between my legs. My hands alternately caressed their soft hair, gripped the cushion, and pulled my knees up and out. The pressure increased slowly and at last I could feel an orgasm building.

My gentle mewling and moaning became frantic gasps and louder cries. My hands gripped my ankles for leverage as I ever so slightly rocked my pelvis, careful not to disturb their utterly perfect rhythm. Soon their tongue sent shudders of raw pleasure through my body, my legs and abdomen twitching and jerking as the euphoria rumbled through me.