I lifted my head as much as I could, sticking out my tongue, but her p***y was just out of reach. Its smell was strong, and a few wet drops slid out from somewhere and fell onto my chin. “Beg for it,” she said.
“Please,” I gasped with my mouth open, waiting, and yearning. “Oh please, Mistress. Please can I have it?”
“You want this?”
“Oh God, yes.”
“Very well, slave.” And she lowered her weight onto me, pressing her wet s*x into my face, grinding slowly back and forth, m**********g against my mouth. I could not move my jaw to eat her. I couldn’t even move my head. In fact, I realized that I couldn’t really breathe.
“MMggff!” I muttered, the cry sounding strange with my ears blocked by her legs. “MMpphhh! MMMNNH!”
She lifted herself off me then, and I took several deep breaths. “Well,
