A gentle lick on this visit. A bashful cautious approach. If I have to eat to live then I’m going consume her. She’s Pushed against my hungry mouth. As the tip of my tongue slides up the slippery channel that welcomes me between rows of delicate pink petals. Thrust against my generous tongue. My mouth moved in harmony, she couldn't tell the you from me. She was locked in passion, my sense of time began to blur. I knew this taste from before, so I went for it all and reached her core. Like a worm in an apple in a life perhaps before this one. She felt what I felt, emotions vast, she felt the love of her future, present and past. As I now concentrate on my pleasure in giving to her, I close my eyes, for I have captured the scenery of her body. Your indelible image is stamped on my mind and in fantasy, I will swallow her up. My mouth will consume you, taking you in and she becoming a part of me and I of her until the plains heave up, the mountains shake, and the body-scape before me erupts with the fury buried within the deepest strata of your passionate soul. These jaws of mine protests what my mouth provides but I am unrelenting in my gift, intent only on your fulfillment. I feel her body tense, and she is quiet now... Now again I concentrate shameless, she will get her satisfaction plus more. I heard her call out “Eat me, beat me, bite me, blow me, suck me, very slowly. Jiuahryfbinlr!!!!kiss me dont be sassy use your tongue and make it nasty...” Lick, bite, suck, fuck (It is a mantra that runs through my head), I Do what I will. Ached so badly emotions overwhelmed me. She Up there thinking, I’m down here licking. 'Confide in me your nightmares, Touch me with your darkness, Trust me with your thoughts, Embrace me with your words, Tempt me with your passions, Let my soul be the pillow for your tears I said speaking in tongue. I will be her lover, she will be my rider, I will stay inside her. In and out, deep and shallow, hard and soft-My only focus of the moment, nothing interfering only the internal battle, do I withhold, do I submit? As I match her move for move. There are so many carnal impulses, I feel every1 of them. Overwhelmed by the pleasure that consumes me, I sink and soar with every touch. Her body screams to me “Just let me have my release, Please!! Lick me, bite me, suck me, fuck me” I will answer these calls. They will not be missed. Her eyes are tightly closed as I search deep within. Nature black hair provides a wispy frame for her lovely face as she is swept up in the avalanche of arousal. Her face reveals a recognition of my presence, she is swallowed whole in the ecstacy of sexual pleasures. Until that release comes she is at my mercy, I will guide her to the light, Ever so close to orgasm brightness.
Tongue on skin
Rippling rolling
Hungry hands holding
Perfume flaming
Licking lovingly lips lingering
Clutching nails on my tattoo soft back scratching
Music of her thick breathing, voice of her and her soul unison moans
Sweetness sticky suckling surrendering in greatness
Sweat beading, opening parting, body arching aching, juices rushing Juices flowing Juices Flooding
Climbing crescendo creating clinging convulsing, I hope she doesn’t die on me
Joining tightening releasing waters run over
Panting puzzle pieces find their places purring perfecting performance
Touching tongues tickling time
Smiling sighing her thighs smoking
Completed coupled
Breathing soft
her taste so lovely and unforgettable
wet pink petals
to break her fall
down from heaven
she have to crawl
to find some safeness
in this evil god-forsaken
world.
I saw her chest rise and fall
with each breath she took. SHe tapped out..... came and now in an orgasmic comma. I saw her newly formed six pack that wasn’t there an hour ago. I lick the oyster and made it revel its peal to the world. Smooth and firm it is. I ate her cookie now she calls me monster. No Sesame Street jokes. She wants to put my tongue in the hall of fame but she’ll rather have it in a museum, framed, gold planted next to the Mona Lisa. I ask her to give my tongue a nick-name. So she took her time and pick carefully and called it Zane, for only books can explain. She said Zane is unique && it should be illegal for me to speak. My love n romance is her daily dose, she can't imagine a day without.... this bee in her rose. She loved me but I know she will love my tongue being inside of her more. I may not go down in history but I went down on her history opppsss in her clit-tory. Maybad History…. I’m a lil tongue tired. I'm a Capricorn in your eyes, a virgin in disguise. Speechless as she lay there lifeless still random tumbles from her body now and then. She COMPLETELY fell for me….But I didn't even stumble. Love is not sex, sex is a happiness u feel in thats particular time but love is the happiness you feel every time. This was Nothing more than a mechanically star, Soul-gasm(Soul+Orgasm). So I used my imagination to paint this true story of An Oral illustration.
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