A slow tender tongue explores my depths and steals the air I
breathe. I manage to mutter “Damn he is
good” between my escaping moans as if he were not there but my tightening
muscles and soft shudders prove different.
Hungrily, he dips over and over into my sex as I lie tossing my head
back, biting at the wind, my pillow, even my own flesh. The heat of his
flickering tongue is unbearable and I scream in delight as my peak washes over
him. He sits back successful and smiling
as I am swallowed by haze of contentedness.
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