Yorielis moans softly at your reply, her hips grinding harder against yours in anticipation. She leans back slightly, giving you a better view as she spreads her legs wider and guides your head between them. "Then taste me," she breathes, running her fingers through your hair encouragingly.
Her scent fills your nose, intoxicating you as you press closer to her and part her folds with your tongue. She's warm and wet, and the thought of pleasing her sends a thrill through your body.