Shapely, toned thighs under my cheek your legs are splayed. I am looking at your sexy pussy, lips full and soft. Two fingers in your slit, just barely spreading your lips you can feel my hot breath on your pussy. My mouth is just mere inches from your dewy slit. I take my time, I must not rush, but my devil says to plunge in, thrust my tongue between those succulent lips. I resist.
I can feel your heart racing; you are restless as my fingers touch you in your most intimate spot. My other hand pulls your white thong to the side; I can feel it is damp. I can see your pussy twitching, each soft touch you moan. Your fragrance is intoxicating, I purse my lips, and I kiss your mound. You are anxious, I hold back and my fingers play in you nectar. I am extracting translucent strands of sticky ejaculate from between your lips. The sticky strands spider webbing between my fingers as I place my fingers on my lips.
My tongue licks my fingers drawing your ambrosia into my mouth. You arch your hips, your hands fondling your breasts, you squeeze them when my fingers reenter your pussy and the time my index finger brushes your turgid pink nub. I stroke your silky hood, you groan, and push towards my finger. I pull back a little. Now you are ready.
Now I am ready. I can feel my wetness dripping onto your sheet, my snatch is on fire with desire, and only you can douse my fire. I spread your lips wide, there is my prize, a pretty, pink nub, wet and firm waiting for me. Waiting for me to take into my mouth and wrap my soft wet tongue around your marvelous clit. Now your pussy is almost ready.
I pull your moist, white thong from your hips, down over your smooth mound and past the bottom of your precious slit. A little lower and I abandoned the white thong for the treasure above. I kiss your wet textured nub, softly at first, and then more aggressively as my passion wins over patience. Your grind your pussy, wet, soft, silky wetness on my face. I bite your nub, you shriek and you flood my face with your juices. This triggers my body to react, and my pussy erupts, soaking the sheet under me. The incoherent sounds, falling from your lips, spur the intensity of my tongue devouring your sweet pussy. My tongue is cupping, capturing mini-pools of your bubbly cream, before it descends into my tummy.
We lay there, exhausted, sweaty, breathes coming in gasps; the wet sheets, crumpled and yet we both know we are not finished. There will be more, more sultry, decadent, taboo sex and neither of us can wait for the next time.