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With the relief of my balls into Tahla's muzzle, also came the relief from my delirium, brought about by her scent forced into my nostrils from her face-sitting. For a moment I stayed in her, twitching the last spurts out of my tip. With one last sigh, I made to pull free. She sucked as I drew out, as if in a weak attempt to keep me from doing so. Or perhaps to clean me as a slipped out, like a good girl should.
Tahla was limp on the ground, panting and staring off at nothing.
My head turned, and standing a bit away there was Aggie. One hand still kept the front of her skirt taught to veil her private area. The other was covering her mouth. Judging by the deep red on her cheeks, she seemed to cover it more to hide her expression than to express fear.
Without a word, I stepped over to her. While holding her gaze, I touched her cheek. It was warm. Very warm. I let me fingers wonder from her cheek, down her neck, toward her nipple. The little bud was painfully pert. I toggled and gently pinched it. She winced, but not in a pained way, and from behind her palm a soft moan managed to slip free.
"Hmm?" She murmured from behind her palm, when I dropped to my knees. It was a very sudden movement so I can understand she wasn't sure what was going on. "Mmh!" She squealed in shyness and surprise, when I dipped my head low, and slipped it behind her skirt.
Both hands snapped to the him of her skirt and she yanked it upward, exposing my head, showing my lips right next to her cunny-lips. Her cheeks' blush deepened redder. She gasped when my brows narrowed. Slowly, I raised my hands, and set them around her wrists.
"This whole time..." I growled. "You've been holding your skirt down to keep me from seeing under it. And now you want to lift it up?" I started to close my hands. "I don't think so."
I squeezed her wrists tightly. With a whine she let the hem of her skirt go, and it dropped back over my head. She didn't struggle at all as I moved her wrists to behind her back and held them there, keeping her from going against her pattern of her skirt being down any further.
Her whimpers quieted as I simply took my fill. Sure, it was a little darker on here, but there was enough light I could see. See the puffy pink slit against her snowy-white countershading, her clit peeking out. With her only able to feel--not see--just as I was made to be, I tasted her. From the bottom of her slit all the way to her clit, the tip of my tongue traced along.
Unable to cover her mouth to stop it, she let out a moan.
Oh, this would be fun.
I continued to taste, this time dipping in further. And again, further still. I switched to kissing her, and even nuzzling her with my cheek. Her scent was... "Thicker," than Tahla's. Like she didn't cum quite as often. Had I not just relieved myself on Tahla's muzzle, I probably wouldn't be able to resist the attempts of the vixen's pheromones to compel me...