"Then eat me like you need it to survive."
Rachel opened her mouth on instinct, moaning at the way Abigail's flavor went straight to her head.
Dizzy with her scent, she drank Abigail in, pushing her nose and lips into her folds and lapping at her opening.
"There you go." Abigail stroked her cheek tenderly, full of affection. "That's my nasty little slut."
Rachel closed her eyes, ashamed by how much she enjoyed the lewd praise. The hand on her face stilled before slapping her lightly. The contact wasn't painful, but she instantly snapped to attention.
"Look at me." Abigail's words were clipped, her voice steady. Except for the slight trembling of her thighs, she was in total control. "I want you here. Present."
Solid pressure from Abigail's hand on her head kept her in place, forcing Rachel to struggle to look up into Abigail's eyes as she continued to lick her. What she saw there turned her on in a way that shook her very foundation.