The first contact always overwhelms me, because, despite the familiarity of all of her by now, this is still new to me. Her softness on my tongue and how she gasps for air that first instant. It makes my own c**t pulse for attention and I feel myself heating up, a moist glow radiating between my legs.
I lick her up and down with long tentative strokes and her hands grip my hair firmer, as if she’s never letting go again. When I part her lips with my tongue and gently flick the tip over her c**t, her muscles contract and she pushes herself upwards, closer to my eager mouth. She’s mine now, which is all I want.
I revel in her moans as I suck her c**t between my lips and nibble it gently. And then pure passion takes over. I need her to tremble for me, shake and writhe underneath me like no
