Time always slows down when I’m waiting for a tongue to make contact. It’s excruciating.
And then it does. And I melt. The tongue is an amazing muscle, so soft and warm and capable. Nothing comes close.
That’s really the only thing I miss when I’m not fucking someone. I can abuse my pussy with a toy until my hips hurt the next day, but a mouth!
The mouth doesn’t even matter when I’m about to cum because I’ll be pulling your hair and grinding my hips against you so hard that it doesn’t matter who or what is between my legs so long as something is. And I get off.
But the second best part is when you come up for air and I kiss you, and you smell and taste like me. Absolutely delicious. I think I was surprised when I realized just how much I love my taste, and I can;t get enough because I will never be able to do what you just did to me.
I think I was surprised when I realized just how much I love my taste, and I can;t get enough because I will never be able to do what you just did to me.
And it’s not fair that you get to fuck me and lick me and make me cum like that. I’d kill to be the person who gets to fuck me.