Her back arched towards his mouth. No one could ever match his tongue or his lips. The way he craved her. The way his tongue could delicately massage her sex. The way his lips could stroke her clit and make it swell.
His groans vibrating against her sensitive folds, his breath inhaling her sumptuous scent. He desired her pussy like a man stricken with the ultimate thirst, a thirst that would only be quenched by the taste of her. The way his eyes closed, the painstaking detail he took to make sure that every part of her sex was stimulated. She felt the desire of release upon her, her ecstasy about to flood his mouth. Her pleasure crescendoing to a new peak. Her body shook as she spilled over with pleasure, his mouth never ceasing its movement as her moans filled the room.
Mischief's Muse 