Clutching at the sheets, I try to keep my breath steady but it’s useless. Sweat gathers between my breasts as I pant, eyes scrunched as his hands clamp harder around my thighs. 

He loves doing this, and I never complain when he wants to. It’s the most intense, intimate pleasure I’ve ever felt, straddled over his face, my soft thighs warming his ears as he works his skilled tongue and mouth on my pussy. He’s so gentle, taking each lap of his tongue slowly between my lips with a delicate kiss on my clit, swirling the tip lazy yet determined around the swollen nub. 

My hips rock against him, my fingers in his hair tightening, guiding him exactly where I need him to be. He focuses on my clit, right where I get the most pleasure, my most intense climax, flicking back and forth with his tongue, low moans vibrating against my inner thigh. 

‘You taste so good, babygirl…’ he whispers, a small kiss on my thigh, before setting straight back to work. 

He pulls me down so his mouth is right against me. He basks in my gasps, my moans, my whimpers as I beg him not to stop. He’s too good at this. I want him to get as many climaxes out of me as he wants. My thighs shake, my toes tingling as my hips rock harder.

‘Please…’ I whimper. ‘I need to come…’ 

His kiss on my clit sends me right to the edge, teasing me with a gentle flutter of his tongue. 

‘Please what, baby?’ 

I lean forward, grabbing the pillows. 

‘Please Sir…’ 

‘Mmm, good girl…’ he growls. 

From then on, he is relentless, merciless as he licks and sucks me to where I am muffling my screams into the pillow, moaning his name as I convulse in waves, pulsing through me in washes of sparks and warmth. My pleasure painting his lips, my words painting the sheets. 

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