I barely remember sliding her tiny panties off her shapely hips. And I definitely don't remember folding them neatly afterwards. What I do remember is forcing my tongue into the hot, wet furrow between her swollen labia and tasting her juices for the first time.
The juices from Kat's vagina had a slightly salty taste, although it was more exotic than that. There was something alluring and subtle to her flavor. I liked it. It was deep and mysterious and unlike anything I'd experienced when working my tongue into April or Mrs. Ladd or any other woman I'd ever went down on.
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