Natalya's breath hitched, her fingers clenching in my hair as a broken moan escaped her lips. "Y-You're—nnh—so embarrassing—!" she gasped, her voice trembling with a mix of shame and need.
I didn't care.
I dragged my nose along the damp fabric, nuzzling against her soaked lace, my tongue flicking out to trace the outline of her swollen lips through the material. Natalya's legs shuddered, a desperate whimper spilling from her.
"A-Ah! Viper—!" she cried, her voice high and needy, her thoughts spiraling. [His nose is—oh God—his tongue is—nnh—it feels so good even through my panties!]
I pressed my tongue harder against the fabric, licking in slow, deliberate strokes, savoring the salty-sweet taste of her arousal seeping through. "You're so wet for me, Boss," I murmured, my breath hot against her pussy. "I can taste how much you want this."
