Fond of rumpots, crackpots, and how are you, Mr. Wilson?

There's a redhead on my friends list whom I'm dying to go down on. Other things too, of course, but for some reason the thought of pushing her back and sliding her skirts up to her waist and spreading her thighs and tracing her clit with my tongue until she whimpers and screams keeps popping into my head. I wish I knew her well enough IRL to ask.