[She nods, clearing her throat, and reaches back to rake her long hair out of her face. Then she leans in, ducking her head, her calloused hand coming to rest on Alisha's thigh.]
[It smells. She hadn't realised it would smell so strongly - or that the smell would be, not unpleasant, but rather thrilling. It's the smell of sex, almost of adventure. With a little sound of curiosity, she brings up her other hand to touch Alisha's cunt. She's never seen a woman from this angle before, after all, and it's strange and fascinating to her to think that this is, presumably, how she looks. How every woman looks.]
[Her fingertips part Alisha's lips, and she leans in, a slight crease on her forehead, and runs her tongue in one long, experimental motion from back to front, tasting sharpness and musky, heavy depth.]
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[She nods, clearing her throat, and reaches back to rake her long hair out of her face. Then she leans in, ducking her head, her calloused hand coming to rest on Alisha's thigh.]
[It smells. She hadn't realised it would smell so strongly - or that the smell would be, not unpleasant, but rather thrilling. It's the smell of sex, almost of adventure. With a little sound of curiosity, she brings up her other hand to touch Alisha's cunt. She's never seen a woman from this angle before, after all, and it's strange and fascinating to her to think that this is, presumably, how she looks. How every woman looks.]
[Her fingertips part Alisha's lips, and she leans in, a slight crease on her forehead, and runs her tongue in one long, experimental motion from back to front, tasting sharpness and musky, heavy depth.]