Imagine, if you will, the journey of your tongue from her toes, working in between each toe and feeling the wiggle. Licking her soles and feeling her toes curl as she struggles to avoid your tongue but wants it so much that her pussy is getting moist. Tracing the shape of her ankles, the small hill that rises from a recess in the side of her feet. The way down to her strong calves that keep her standing up when you take her from behind while she cooks dinner, if possible. The crease behind her knees. The taste of her that lingers there from the day. Salty, yet sweet, it makes you thirst for more.
And now you see, the smooth expanse of thighs leading up to the round butt cheeks that fill up your vision. As your tongue moves, you see the goose pimples lined up across and along her thighs and her butt cheeks. You try and lick each one of them and then the other but your tongue wants to get to the treasured place. And slowly you get there, as she eases her thighs open to let you touch the insides of her thighs. You see her butt cheeks clench and release as she tries to control the sensations rushing through her body.
Finally, you are there. At the entrance to the magical cave that holds the juices you crave. The mixture of savory and sweet that teases and tantalizes your taste buds. The view of her pink walls layered with sticky white juice. The slightly brown outer lips that open up for you and beckon you to slide past their doors. And the musk that overwhelms you with the intensity of her arousal. You dive in nose and mouth and entire face, devouring her pussy, licking inside and outside, slurping up every last drop of her juices. You hear her moans and groans and gasps and screams but all you care about is her juices. Delicious, hot juices that keep on flowing as your tongue and lips induce them. All you want to do is stay here forever and ever.