Setting up Lucy2
Lucy's tongue lightly twirled on the woman’s thigh only inches away from her ultimate target. She had tasted a woman’s pussy only once before many years ago. She hadn't particularly cared for it then but now found herself anticipating the nectar that awaited her. The woman had her skirt bunched around her waist, her hands holding tightly to the table she was sitting on. As soon as Lucy's tongue made contact with the extended head of her clitoris one of her hands came behind Lucy's head...