A/N: This was featured on WTOWW for the Dirty Questions Series. Stories I post under this name will mainly be M rated.
Do you like going down on me?
Her taste is exquisite.
Her smell intoxicating.
I lap at the delicate folds of her sex that surround my mouth and nose. I push my thick tongue in as far as it can go burying my face further into paradise pulling more of her essence free. Warm, wet, nectar coats my face as she slides across my tongue. The rhythmic rocking of her thick athletic hips lulls my brain into autopilot.
I move my tongue over my lower lip holding it in place giving my full attention to her swollen pearl and slit. My face is her chair and I fervently drink from the fountain that is her delta. Her breathy ooh's and yes are melodious as they roll together into incomprehensible speech but I understand what she is saying.
Her body speaks to me.
Every quiver.
Every throb tells me what she needs, desires and demands and I will give it to her.
Long nails skim along the top of my head sliding through my dark thick curls.
She is preparing me, comforting me.
Her nails caress my scalp sending tingles down my body to my confined manhood. I strain against the taut soft fabric of my boxer briefs.
Tonight it's about pleasing her and only her.
I feel her grip tighten as she grabs a handful of my hair. She speeds up her rhythm. My bare chest strains as breathing is difficult now but I don't care. Dying this way under the weight of her womanhood as I give her orgasm after orgasm would be a superb finality of my life.
She is leaking more now her juices no longer able to stay confined to my thick beard.
It flows down and over my upturned throat. I'm ravenous as I gulp for air.
She yanks harder on my hair and I obey repositioning my mouth again.
She is close.
I slide my arms up and over her firm thighs locking her into place.
My hold is unyielding.
I can feel her swelling as she writhes against my tongue building that delicious friction that will send her tumbling into blessedness.
'Do you like going down on me?' is the question that she asked me earlier. I chuckled at that moment and gave a convincing calm answer of ' yes'. But the thing is I don't like going down on her. I love being buried beneath her.