Gracely licked until her Mistress' thigh was no longer shining from her juices, but rather her saliva. Swallowing, she glanced up at the woman before inching closer. Her face was within inches of the woman's sex now and she could smell that flowery scent. Gracely groaned softly before placing her hands on her Mistress' thighs and gripping gently before burying her face between her legs and pressing her tongue firmly against her soaked panties. She lapped there for a moment before leaning back and yanking the clothes down her legs and to her ankles, pushing it aside so that it stayed looped around on ankle. And then, Gracely attacked.<br/><br/>Burying her face between Avabelle's legs, Gracely's tongue immediately invaded. In her drugged haze, this was heaven. All that would make it better would be something to relieve that ache between her legs. So Gracely's hand slipped from Avabelle's thigh and rested gently on her own knee. The entire time, her tongue had been exploring Avabelle's folds and lapping at the mess that was already coating her lips.