I haven’t seen him in years, but with every beat of my sweet sugar heart, my pussy gets wetter and wetter. He approaches me, gripping me gently by my face. The kiss he delivers is fucking sexy, but he doesn’t stop at my pretty lips. He sinks down to his knees as he kisses down my body until he gets to my pussy lips; his favorite.
He pushes me back, spreads my legs and my cunt, and runs his tongue up and down my slit. My body comes alive at his touch. I’m dripping, and he’s lapping it up like cotton candy. Flickering his tongue around my clit, sliding it into my hole, and then licking my lovely asshole.
I’m grinding against his face, so close to cumming it’s driving me insane. But he keeps me right there on the edge, teasing me and pleasing me. “Cum.” He orders, assaulting my clit with rapid enthusiasm. I cum, my hand on the back of his head, screaming his name into the rafters. He drinks me down, every last drop. He loves the way my pussy tastes, and how wet I get just for him.
Rising up, he kisses me again so I can taste myself on his lips, his tongue. He pulls out his cock so I can return the favor. My sensual night has just begun.
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