Knees part, inviting hungry eyes to feast on glistening pink folds. A tongue, tentative at first, tentatively explores, tracing the length of the slit, pausing to circle the clit. Moans grow louder, encouraging the eager mouth to press harder, faster. Fingers join the fray, slipping inside, curling upward to stroke that sensitive spot. Bodies writhe, breasts heaving, as the dance of tongues and fingers brings them closer to the edge of ecstasy.