<div class="floatleft">(https://list.lisimg.com/image/9863934/300full.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Celeste Sinclair<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>June 3, morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dressing room<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Aroused & eager!<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mommy<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Celeste dropped her hand the moment Erin told her no fingers allowed. She could be obedient, when she wanted to be! She even gave a little nod of her head, which Erin would see by the movement in her skirt, and a muffled murmur of assent. Anyway, her fingers had been more for Erin's benefit than her own. They were all three of them still getting used to each other's bodies and desires. Only Mar and Erin were by then intimately aware of what the other liked. The real treat for Celeste was getting to use her mouth and tongue to please her Mommy's pussy. The taste, the scent, the feel of it -- she loved it all. Best of all was the psychological aspect. She was pleasing her dominant lover.<br/><br/>She hoped so, anyway.<br/><br/>Celeste had done this before with a few other woman. Not many, but a few. She hadn't done it with so little visibility, though -- never with her head hidden her lover's skirt. She let Erin's reactions, both physical and verbal, guide her as much as the tactile feedback on the end of her tongue.<br/><br/>Looking back, she'd probably regret not taking Mommy up on the offer to remove those panties. In the moment, though, Celeste was enjoying herself too much to bother. Any time she spent pulling the older woman's panties down was time without her tongue and mouth between her lover's legs. So, she kept sliding her tongue in between the fabric. She nudged them aside as much as she could with her nose and mouth, which did help. Mostly, though, she focused entirely on Mommy's cunt. Its taste, its scent, its feel -- it was wet now, so wet, a mix of her saliva and Erin's arousal.<br/><br/>Mostly, she paid attention to the clit -- even in complete darkness, it wasn't difficult to find. The obstructive panties made it somewhat difficult, but she manage. She began vibrating it with the tip of her tongue, gently circling it, massaging it, coaxing it as best she could toward climax.<br/><br/>Her hands, meanwhile, were rubbing up and down Erin's ankles and calves, always stopping a few inches short of her knees before coming back down. Mommy said no fingers; but Celeste thought this, at least, would be permitted. Her tongue never stopped its diligent work.