His tongue dove in, lapping at my swollen clit like a starving man. I moaned, my hands gripping the counter, the satin skirt bunching higher as I arched into his mouth. The blouse clung to me, the glossy fabric sliding against my skin as my tits heaved with every ragged breath. He sucked my clit, his tongue flicking and circling, eating my pussy like it was his last meal. My stocking legs trembled, the lace tops digging into my thighs as I bucked against his face. “Fuck, yes, eat me,” I groaned, my voice slutty and desperate. The pleasure built fast, my cunt clenching as he tongue-fucked me, and I came hard, screaming his name, my body shaking as waves of ecstasy ripped through me, my satin blouse sticking to my sweaty skin.