From below, Phei stared up at the girl trembling on her hands and knees above him and felt his control fray at the edges.

The morning sat across her body, painting her in gold and shadow, highlighting everything she could no longer hide.

Her breasts hung beneath her like ripe offerings, swaying heavily with every shaky breath, the dark nipples stiff and visibly throbbing, begging for the same attention he was giving her dripping cunt.

Higher still, the plump cheeks of her ass were spread wide by the position, the tight pink ring of her asshole clenching every time he touched it.

Directly above his face, her pussy was an obscene, glistening display; her outer labia were swollen and flushed a deep needy pink, parted by her own trembling fingers like she was too shy to hide anymore.

Between them, the delicate inner folds were shiny and puffy, glistening with thick strands of her arousal that continuously leaked from her tight vaginal entrance. Catrina’s clit stood out stiff and swollen, visibly pulsing even.

Every few seconds her entrance would flutter and push out another fat drop that stretched downward in a shiny string before it broke and fell toward his waiting mouth.

He could see everything — the way her inner walls visibly clenched and released like they were aching for something to fill them, the way fresh wetness kept welling up and dripping in slow, sinful rivulets, the way her asshole twitched above it all in innocent little spasms.

And the way her heavy breasts hung and swayed beneath her, dark nipples stiff and begging even as her cunt dripped helplessly above his face.

Phei’s hand gripped the soft flesh of her ass, fingers digging in before sliding down to stroke the sensitive crease where her thigh met her dripping cunt while he other reached up between her hanging breasts, cupping one heavy mound and squeezing, thumb and forefinger rolling and pinching her stiff dark nipple while he looked up at the mess hovering above his face.

He finally gave her what she had been begging for.

His tongue dragged slowly through the center of her spread cunt, from the very bottom of her dripping entrance all the way up to her swollen clit.

The taste of her flooded his mouth — thick, sweet, and musky.

He groaned against her and licked again, broader this time, pressing the flat of his tongue firmly between her puffy inner folds.

Catrina’s reaction was soft and innocent, her voice small and trembling like she was confessing something forbidden.

"B-Boss... oh... your tongue feels... so warm down there..."

He didn’t give her time to recover.

His lips sealed around one swollen outer labia again and he sucked it gently into his mouth, pulling the soft, puffy fold between his lips and stretching it slightly before releasing it with a wet sound.

He did the same to the other side, sucking and tugging on her outer labia while his tongue flicked between them. Her inner folds were so swollen that every pull made her hips jerk and a small, helpless whimper spill from her lips.

Then he focused on her tight vagina entrance.

He pressed the tip of his tongue against it, circling the fluttering ring before slowly pushing inside.

The tightness was immediate and obscene; her walls gripped his tongue so snugly it was almost difficult to push deeper at first. He groaned at the feeling and forced more of his tongue into her clenching heat, feeling her inner walls flutter and squeeze around him like they were trying to pull him deeper.

Catrina let out a high, broken little sound, her arms shaking as she struggled to hold herself up, her voice shy and overwhelmed.

"It’s— so deep inside me... B-Boss, I feel so full... ahh... is this okay? Am I... am I doing it right?"

Phei pulled his tongue out slowly, deliberately, watching the way thick strings of her arousal connected his tongue to her entrance before they snapped.

He didn’t give her time to breathe; Phei plunged back in, deeper this time, fucking her with long, steady strokes of his tongue while his lips stayed sealed around her outer labia, sucking and tugging on the puffy folds.

His hands never stopped exploring her, gentle yet possessive, showing her with every touch that she was safe even while he ruined her.

The one on her breast squeezed and kneaded the heavy flesh before pinching her stiff nipple.

The hand on her ass slid between her cheeks, one finger pressing and circling the tight pucker of her asshole in slow, filthy strokes while his tongue continued to fuck in and out of her dripping cunt.

He pulled back just enough to speak against her swollen flesh, his lips brushing her sensitive inner folds, his voice low and reassuring.

"You’re doing so well, sweetheart," he murmured, warm breath ghosting over her clit. "This tight little hole is gripping my tongue so fucking hard. Every time I push in, your cunt squeezes around it like it’s trying to keep me inside.

"You taste so sweet and messy, Cat. I could stay here and fuck this pretty pussy with my tongue all day. Just breathe for me... let me take care of you."

He sealed his mouth over her entrance again and thrust his tongue as deep as it could go, fucking her with firm, steady strokes while his nose pressed against her swollen clit.

At the same time, both of Phei’s hands moved — one sliding up to cup and squeeze both of her hanging breasts, fingers tugging and rolling her stiff nipples, while the other gripped her hip and started to pull her down harder onto his face.

Catrina’s moans turned soft and clumsy, her voice shy and vulnerable. "B-Boss— p-please... it feels so strange and good... your tongue is moving so deep inside my... my pussy... I— I don’t know what to do with my hips... I’m sorry if I’m doing it wrong..."

She started moving without realizing it.

At first it was small, hesitant rolls of her hips — clumsy and amateur, driven purely by overwhelming pleasure.

Her movements were uncoordinated, almost innocent in how lost she was but as Phei’s tongue kept plunging deep inside her and his lips kept sucking on her swollen folds, her hips began to move on their own.

Catrina started grinding her dripping cunt down onto his mouth with shaky, desperate little rolls, her full breasts swinging beneath her as she chased the feeling without any real rhythm.

Phei groaned against her cunt and pulled her down harder with both hands on her hips and ass, forcing her to grind against his face while he fucked her deeper with his tongue; he sealed his lips around her clit and sucked hard, flicking the stiff bud rapidly while his tongue continued to thrust in and out of her tight entrance.

Catrina’s moans turned into high, broken little sobs, shy and overwhelmed. "B-Boss— ah— I’m moving my hips on your face... I can’t stop... your tongue feels so good inside my pussy... p-please don’t stop— please keep doing that... I feel so... so full and tingly..."

She was completely lost in it now saying whatever that came to her mind, some didn’t’t even come to her mind at all, riding his face with clumsy, desperate movements, her hips rolling and grinding down onto his mouth without any control.

Every time his tongue plunged deep inside her, her vaginal walls clamped down around it, trying to pull him deeper.

Every time Phei sucked on her clit, her thighs shook violently and another rush of her arousal flooded his mouth.

Phei didn’t let up for a second.

One of his hands stayed on her ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulled her down harder onto his face. The other hand reached up to her hanging breasts, squeezing and kneading them roughly while his fingers pinched and tugged on her stiff nipples in time with the way his tongue was fucking her.

He could feel her getting closer from the way her cunt was clenching tighter and tighter around his tongue and her soft broken moans were turning into constant, overwhelmed begging.

"That’s it, sweetheart," he growled against her dripping folds between thrusts of his tongue, his voice warm and reassuring even as he devoured her. "Ride my face. Grind this sweet little cunt all over my mouth. You’re doing so perfectly... just let go for me. I’ve got you."

He plunged his tongue as deep as it could go and curled it inside her, stroking against her inner walls while his lips sealed around her clit and sucked with perfect, devastating pressure. His hands kept moving — one gripping her ass and pulling her down, the other tormenting her breasts and nipples — as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge.

Catrina’s moans had become constant and wrecked, her voice cracking with every desperate roll of her hips, shy and vulnerable. "B-Boss— I’m gonna— I’m gonna... your tongue is too deep inside me... I can’t hold it— p-please... please let me come on your tongue... I feel so... so good but I’m scared..."

Phei answered by sucking harder on her clit and thrusting his tongue even deeper inside her tight, clenching cunt, fucking her through the orgasm feeling that crashed over her with long, relentless strokes of his tongue while his hands held her in place and continued to explore every inch of her trembling body.

"Come for me, Cat," he murmured against her pulsing flesh, voice soft and full of care.

"I’ve got you... let it happen... you’re safe with me."