Our date was going perfectly, or so she thought. But I had a secret craving, and it wasn't for dinner. As we cuddled on the couch, I started to caress her curves, my hands exploring her body until they reached her thighs. She tensed, but I didn't stop. My mouth found her pussy, my tongue parting her lips to taste her sweet nectar. She wasn't expecting me to eat her pussy, but her body betrayed her, her hips moving in rhythm with my tongue. I could feel her clit hardening, her pussy getting wetter as I sucked and licked, my fingers spreading her ass cheeks wider. She tried to stay quiet, but her moans escaped, filling the room with the sound of her pleasure. I could feel her orgasm approaching, her pussy quivering against my mouth. She grabbed my head, pulling me in, and with a final cry, she came, her pussy convulsing as she coated my tongue with her sweet juices.