The scent of her arousal drifted into my nostrils, pleasing and intoxicating. I inhaled deeply with closed eyes, basking in the warmth and desire. She placed her hand on my head and pushed me into her.
I began eating.
Her body writhed against the mattress, her fingers tugging at the sheets like she couldn’t get enough. “God, that feels so good,” she purred, arching her back in response to my touch.
I kept eating, circling my tongue on her swollen clit.
“Yeah, like that. Just like that,” she whimpered, shuddering beneath my grip.
When I slid my middle finger in while eating, a loud moan escaped her mouth. Instinctively, she tried to pull away when she could no longer stand the sensation.
I didn’t let her.
I grabbed her thighs and pulled her back in place. Then continued to lick her plate.
Delicious.
I could eat her for breakfast, lunch, and dinner and never get tired. My hands slid up her body and found her breasts. I began squeezing gently, with my tongue still performing its magic below.
Her legs spread apart, allowing me more access to her tunnel. I fingered that pussy, sucked on that clit, and fondled those breasts.
She moaned, and moaned, and moaned.
I went down a bit lower, my tongue finding her back door.
“Oh, fuck,” she murmured. “What’re you doing?”
No response.
I circle the tip of my tongue around her rim, applying just enough pressure to send waves of ecstasy crashing through her.
“Artur, oh, shit….” She bucked her hips, seeking more action on her exit.
I didn’t penetrate her exit hole. But I licked the life out of it, basking in the sounds of her moans. I could tell that she was easing into it now, as opposed to when I first caressed that area.
Glancing up at her, I watched the expression on her face. Shock, hunger, and a hint of embarrassment.
“Never had your salad eaten before, have you?” I asked even though I already knew the answer.
She shook her head, teeth grazing her lower lip.
I teased her some more by rubbing my thumb over her exit hole. “Did you like it?”
Silence, her gaze shifting away from mine. Yet her body was reacting to my thumb—trembling.
“Don’t be shy,” I whispered, moving my thumb in slow circles. “Did you like it? Do you like what I’m doing currently?”
She looked at me again with her lips pressed into a fine line. Then she nodded.
“Atta girl.” I flashed her a wicked grin and returned to licking her ass.
Alternating between her pussy and her exit sent waves of pleasure crashing through her. She moaned softly, pressed her hand against my scalp, and spread out her trembling legs.
“Artur, you’re killing me,” she whimpered, her hips rising in ecstasy.
Good.
I finally settled back on her pussy, and there, I buried my face.