Her woman scent was strong, and my mouth watered in anticipation as I held it over the slowly opening lips of her pussy. My breath washed over her sex as I let it out slowly - - I then inhaled deeply through my nose, soaking up her powerful feminine odor, letting it fill my head and draw me in to her molten center. Her cunt was an opening flower, her clitoris hard and erect, poking cleanly from its sheath at the apex of her slit. Both her inner and outer lips were swollen, her juices glistening on the crenelated surface of her inner lips, and creating a slick, shiny trail down her crease and coating the surface of her crinkled brown asshole. At last, I could resist no longer, and my tongue began to tenderly probe the delicate folds of her sex. She moaned loudly at the contact, and I moaned too, at the heat and taste of her. I was going to make a gormet meal of this beautiful woman's pussy, displayed so marvelously before me. But I did have some table manners, and so I did not just dive in and begin devouring her like some barbarian savage -- though my lust crazed brain was urging just such a course. The time for devouring would come, but for now, I was treating this lovely cunny as if it were a delicate flower, needing special, loving, care.