Friday, 23 November 2018

Craving cunnilingus

My thoughts can turn to licking her at any time. When I see that soft triangle of her bare cunt, when I'm staring thoughtfully out of the bus window, when I'm doing something as mundane as loading the dishwasher. 

At such times I crave putting my mouth between her legs, parting her labia and placing my lips on that silky soft pinkness. I indulge in taking a moment to enjoy the feel of her beneath my tongue before seeking out the tiny ridge line atop which is nestled her hooded clit.

I circle it with my tongue, move further out - all the way to her thighs which I kiss before licking back to the heat of her pussy. Finally my tongue flicks her emerging clit, swishing patterns until it is swollen and suckable.

If I'm doing my job right I'm rewarded by the taste of her salty juices mingling with my saliva. Her hips rise then fall and I feel her pushing my head away. I hold her wrists and continue, drawing out the orgasm until she can truly take no more.

Both she and I are sated, for now.

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