She's my little treasure, my "flakita," and I intend to devour every inch of her. I pin her down, her breath hitching as I settle between her thighs. I can see her pulse racing, her chest heaving. I grin, my eyes never leaving hers as I lower my head, my tongue tracing her slit. She cries out, her hips bucking as I feast on her, my hunger for her taste insatiable. I can feel her body trembling, her grip on my hair tightening as she nears her peak. I want to hear her scream, to feel her shatter against my mouth, and I won't stop until I've had my fill.