Phei lay on his back on the bed beneath her spread kneeling legs, completely still except for the slow, deliberate rise and fall of his chest.

Catrina’s arched back and the full, heavy curves of her ass rose beautiful up.

She was on her hands and knees above him, thighs spread wide on either side of his head, her Catrina’s wet cunt hovering just inches from Phei’s face.

He hadn’t touched her yet.

Head between her warm thighs, Phei dared to simply look the wet beauty above him:

Her pussy was a mess of desperate, swollen need.

Her outer labia were puffy and flushed a deep, dark pink, parted slightly from how long she’d been kept on edge; between them, her inner folds glistened wetly, shiny with arousal that had been building for what felt like hours.

Her tight vagina entrance clenched and fluttered in visible little pulses as his breath touched Catrina’s outer pussy, as if it were trying to grab onto something that wasn’t there; clear strings of her love water stretched downward from her hole, some of them already long enough to nearly touch his lips before breaking and falling onto his mouth and chin.

Just above that, the tight pink ring of her asshole twitched every time a fresh warmth of his warmth touched her pussy...

Phei’s eyes darkened with satisfaction.

Catrina’s mind and body was dragging every shameful, hidden desire she’d tried to bury straight to the surface. The need to be seen, the craving to be exposed and the aching, humiliating want to be made to hold herself open and vulnerable while the man she called Boss decided exactly when — or if — she was allowed to fall apart.

He still didn’t touch her.

Instead, he let his hot breath ghost upward in slow, unhurried waves, washing over her swollen labia and dripping entrance; her thighs trembled on either side of his head.

"Look at this greedy little cunt," he murmured, voice low and rough with dark pleasure. "So swollen it’s parted on its own. So wet it’s dripping down making strings that want to fall straight into my mouth. Your pussy is begging for my tongue, Cat. Every hidden, shameful part of you is screaming for it."

He lifted his head just enough to press the softest, lightest kiss against her outer labia — barely a brush of his lips against the puffy, sensitive flesh.

Catrina’s hips jerked downward on pure instinct.

Phei immediately pulled back.

"Stay still," he ordered calmly.

One of his hands slid up the back of her thick thigh and gripped the soft, yielding flesh of her ass cheek, fingers sinking in deep.

Phei’s thumb stroked slow teasing circles right at the crease where her thigh met her cunt.

His other hand reached upward between her spread legs, palm gliding over the soft plane of her stomach before moving higher to cup one of her heavy breasts. He rolled her stiff nipple between his fingers, pinching and tugging with just enough pressure to make her gasp.

He then blew another slow, cool stream of air directly onto her exposed, glistening folds.

Her vagina entrance clenched hard, and another thick drop of arousal welled up before stretching downward in a shiny string.

"Reach down with one hand," he commanded, voice steady and absolute. "Spread your pussy open for me. Use your fingers and hold your cunt wide so I can see every desperate, Cat, dripping inch of it."

Catrina’s breath hitched into a broken whimper. Her arm trembled as she obeyed, reaching back between her own spread thighs. Her fingers found her swollen outer labia and pulled them apart, holding herself open exactly as he wanted.

The new position forced her even lower and her entrance now hovered directly above his mouth, the tight ring of her asshole twitching helplessly above it.

Phei’s gaze sharpened.

He could see everything now — the flushed, swollen inner folds, the way clear arousal continuously leaked from her entrance in slow, shiny rivulets that ran down toward his waiting lips, the way her clit throbbed visibly, peeking out from under its hood every time her muscles fluttered.

"Look at how puffy and needy this little hole is," he murmured, his voice vibrating against her spread cunt.

"Your clit is so swollen it’s peeking out, throbbing every time I breathe on it. And this tight little entrance... it’s clenching like it’s starving for something to fill it. You’re making such a mess, Cat. Your cunt is drooling all over my face and I haven’t even tasted you yet."

Phei dragged his tongue slowly along the sensitive crease where her inner thigh met the outer edge of her labia — wet, deliberate, and maddeningly close — but never once touching her inner folds or her clit.

His hand on her ass squeezed harder, spreading her cheek wider, while his other hand continued to torment her nipple, rolling and pinching the stiff peak until she was shaking above him.

Her hidden desires clawed their way to the surface under the weight of his dominance; the need to be seen like this, the shameful craving to be denied; the aching of begging.

"Boss... please..." Her voice cracked. "I can’t— it’s aching so bad— please just lick me—"

Phei blew another cool breath directly onto her spread pussy entrance, watching the way her inner walls fluttered and another rush of wetness leaked out.

"Not yet," he said, almost gently. "You’re going to stay right here on your hands and knees with your cunt spread open over my face while I taste everything around it. And you’re going to tell me exactly how badly you want my tongue inside this greedy little hole."

His tongue dragged slowly along the soft strip of her perineum, licking and sucking at the tender flesh there while his thumb continued to stroke the sensitive skin right beside her cunt.

"Say it, Cat," he ordered, voice dark and commanding. "Tell me how desperate your cunt is for my mouth. Tell me how long you’ve been thinking about me eating this dripping pussy until you come all over my tongue."

Her fingers trembled where they held herself open. Fresh arousal dripped from her spread entrance in a steady, shiny string that nearly touched his lips before he pulled back again.

"I— I’ve been thinking about it since the hallway," she sobbed, voice wrecked. "Since you first kissed me— I kept imagining your mouth on my hole — licking me— sucking on my— I’ve been so wet thinking about it, Boss— please— please eat me— I need it so bad I can’t think—"

Phei’s tongue traced the crease on the other side of her labia while one finger slid between her ass cheeks to press lightly against the tight pucker of her asshole — not pushing inside, just circling and teasing the sensitive ring while he continued to deny her cunt.

"Good girl," he praised, voice low and rough with approval. "Look at you, holding your cunt open and telling me how badly you want to be eaten. Your little hole is clenching so hard right now, begging for something to fill it. And this pretty pink asshole is twitching every time I touch it. You’re making such a beautiful mess for me."

He blew another slow breath directly onto her spread, dripping entrance, watching the way her inner walls fluttered and more of her arousal leaked out to run down toward his waiting mouth.

"I’m going to keep you like this," he murmured against her spread cunt. "Hovering over my face with your fingers holding yourself open while I taste every inch around this desperate little pussy. And only when you’re shaking so hard you can’t hold yourself up anymore... only when you’re crying and begging like the needy little thing you are... then I’ll finally bury my tongue inside this dripping hole and eat you until you come so hard you forget your own name."

His hands never stopped moving — one continuing to knead and spread her ass cheek while the other slid back up to pinch and roll her stiff nipple, then down again to stroke the soft skin of her inner thigh before returning to grip her hip, holding her steady so she couldn’t escape the constant, maddening closeness of his mouth and breath.

Phei stayed exactly where he was — face inches from her spread, dripping, denied cunt — breathing on it, kissing the outer edges, licking the creases around it, and making her hold herself open while she trembled and sobbed above him.