I go down on her before we fuck, and her cunt is tight. A sleek, closed organ. Her thighs, which I wrap my arms around, are tense. Her body is tense. A bridge. I spit on her and then work that spit into her with my tongue. She quivers lightly. Moans under her breath. Reaches down, wanting my hand. We tangle our fingers together and I give her a series of long, slow, lazy licks.
This is the place where I’m going to fuck her. Right here. My cock will enter her here. But before it does I feel it with my mouth, sense it out, taste her. I explore her with an organ more sensitive than my prick so that when I put my prick in her I willknowthe part of her I’m penetrating.
I put my prick in her. She’s wet and ready, and her cunt accepts me greedily. Me move together for several long, slow minutes. Our bodies lubricate themselves with sweat. We kiss. Breathe into one another’s necks. And then, when I can’t wait any longer for it, I pull out and delve back down between her legs to taste her again.
This time her cunt is more open. Sweeter. It’s dramatic how different she tastes now. Is that taste me? Or have I fucked the wetness from deep inside her out to the lips of her cunt. It’s like dry wine. Electricity on my tongue. I push the tip into the folds of her body as deep as I can, seeking more of it, more of that taste. There are more depths to her now. Her thighs not so tense. Her cunt open and willing and wet and slick.
I indulge myself, at length, in her cunt, and then return to fucking her. I come inside her. A bright, arcing climax that triggers her own. Deep, deep, deep. I leave my come inside her and, panting, saturated with pleasure, slow and soft, pull out of her. I curl up between her legs. Kiss her cunt. Taste her one more time.
She’s different again now. Thoroughly relaxed. Her own rich flavour overlaid with a saline hint of my come. Her cunt is hot on my tongue. Sloppy wet. Her skin damp, too. I lick her slowly and quietly. She reaches down and gently strokes my hair.
