Then Ren started to suck her pussy.
He moved between her spread thighs, his face lowering until his lips were inches from her wet, dripping pink folds. The moment his breath touched her, Elizabeth's thighs trembled, and a thick, warm drop of her pussy juice rolled down from her swollen clit and landed on Ren's lower lip. The taste hit him immediately — sweet, thick, floral, like warm black tea mixed with honey and the natural musk of a woman in heat. He breathed in deeply, the addictive scent flooding his nose, making his cock throb painfully hard against his thigh.
He kissed her pussy first.
His lips pressed gently against the soft, wet folds, sealing over her swollen clit. A fresh gush of juice immediately squirted onto his lips and chin, hot and sticky, coating him in her morning arousal. He didn't pull away. He kept kissing, licking the juice from his own lips, tasting it again and again as it ran down his chin and dripped onto the bed.
Then he started to lick.
