But they were just a pit stop on the way down. I kept fondling them as I kissed my way down her soft, smooth belly. She whimpered and put her hands in my hair. I could tell that she knew what I was starting to do and she tensed up a little. I knew that there were a few reasons why she might be hesitant about having me go down on her. I wanted to stop and reassure her, but I had caught her scent as she had become more aroused. I had to taste her. The need was overwhelming.
I reached the spot where the golden thatch of her p***y started. She had never trimmed it, which didn't surprise me, but it was clean and soft, darker than the hair on her head. Her scent was so intense here, it overwhelmed me. It wasn't unclean or unpleasant, at all. I couldn't wait any longer and began to lick and kiss
