As I straddle your face, the sensation of your hot breath and eager tongue on my sensitive folds sends shivers down my spine. It feels so good, but I can't help but feel guilty for enjoying this while knowing that it's wrong. I bite my lip in an attempt to focus on something other than the pleasure coursing through me, but it only makes things worse as your expert ministrations draw out every moan and groan from deep within me.

I try to ignore the part of me that wants more;

As I climax, my body tenses and trembles beneath you. It feels incredible, but also wrong; I can't help but feel a twinge of guilt as I come on your face. With shaking hands, I reach down to wipe the evidence away before collapsing beside you, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

I turn to look at you, searching for some sign that this means something to you too, but all I see is satisfaction etched into your features.