Vela hooked her fingers into the waistband of Maris's panties, tugging them down in one smooth motion.
The fabric slid down her thighs, catching at her knees, leaving her bare and exposed.
Maris gasped, her knuckles whitening against the sink's edge, her body trembling as Vela's hands spread her ass cheeks wide, revealing the glistening pink folds of her pussy, slick with arousal.
Lor's breath caught, his cock throbbing so hard it hurt, the sight searing itself into his mind.
Vela leaned down, her face pressing between Maris's cheeks, her lips finding the wet heat of her pussy.
"Time for my breakfast." Her tongue licked slow, wet strokes, teasing the sensitive folds, pressing deeper, tasting her with a hunger that made Maris's knees buckle.
Vela's thumbs spread her wider, exposing every inch to her ravenous mouth, her tongue circling Maris's clit with a precision that drew a sobbing moan from the brunette's throat.
