As I slid off my panties, a glistening wetness drew my attention—a sign that I was entering the most horny phase of my cycle.

Mesmerised by the wet, slippery spot, I buried my nose in the sweet, intoxicating scent. My tongue trailed hungrily over my slickness, savouring every drop as if it belonged to the redhead from my fantasies.

With one hand, I traced the outline of my aching folds, my swollen clit begging for attention as I caressed it. As firm strokes transformed a pulsing throb into an ecstatic wave, I wished it was her fingers delivering the pleasure.