The taste

My imagination is on fire with the words, the thoughts you send my way. I hear the things you ask for and immediately I want to comply."Taste yourself for me."Not a question, more of a statement. I do not falter. My hand slips into my panties, fingers pressing against my lips. Sliding one finger deep inside of me, I pull it out slowly, letting it linger over my clit. Then I pull my finger up to