Would you spread those lips with your tongue or dick?

She's positioned with her thighs parted just enough to make the question feel urgent, the soft folds glistening under warm light, each curve demanding a decision from you.

Your tongue traces the thought first — slow pressure against that delicate seam, tasting the answer before committing, feeling her react beneath the deliberate patience of your mouth.

Then the shift: hips angled, that slick heat pulling you in deeper than any hesitation could hold back, the choice already made the moment you looked and felt everything below your waist respond.