I need your pussy, to eat you out, to enjoy you more than I can explain.

Seeing the v of those yoga pants, snug on your crotch, the stretchy fabric highlighting everything. Everything. Stirring a need I can barely explain, the taste of you a memory in my mouth, the sound of you moaning, the feel of your hands gripping and pulling at me, encouraging the appetite I can barely suppress even now.

In my head, I'm on you already, hearing the gasp of surprise, the delicious bounce of your chest as I push you against a wall, a door, anywhere I can pin you. Bury my face right in there, right in your pussy, licking and burrowing even without taking them off, all instinct and desire and fucking need for your pussy I've been craving.

I hear the rip of fabric, somehow, pulling my face away just enough to get at you. That you might be surprised and still want it, even if you can't say you do, enjoying the crazed hunger that the tight fabric stirs in me, highlighting that pussy you hide from me again and again.

I want you moaning, gripping, grinding, surrendering to that need as I wrench orgasm after orgasm from you, slurping your juices hungrily as you feel that pleasure. You might cum, but they're my orgasms, taken from your body I can't stop needing, can't stop wanting, when I can't stop staring right at your pussy through whatever layers you have on and wanting more.

I'm going to eat you out, right fucking here and now. If you want it, you don't need to tell me. Just be ready for it.