I do not remember all of it, but I remember this little bit…
I came out of the bathroom and found you on the bed, jeans and panties on the floor, and your hand between your legs. You were not rushing but you were certainly involved. Your eyes were closed as your legs opened and closed rhythmically with your actions. It was not the first time I had seen you masturbate, but it was not something you did very often, at least that you let me see. Small whimpers of lust escaped your lips as your hand rubbed your clit with more vigor. Your eyes opened and saw me watching you.
“Would you like some help?”
“Yes! Get up here and finish me!”
I crawled between your legs as your hand held your lips apart and my tongue flicked your erect clit….
That is all I remember, but I could taste you when I woke up…