“I want... I want you to lick me, lick me first,” I manage.
“Yes, Mistress,” he softly replies, obediently moving down over my body.
He engulfs my labia and c******s between his lips as though he’s eating a orange, suckling and mouthing the fleshy fruit with his beautiful full lips, not spilling a drop of the juice. My moan cuts the quiet, still air of the room, and my body instinctively responds up to his touch, my hips opening wide to allow him full, unrestricted access. He masterfully takes command of his chore, eating me as though he were being judged on it. I reach down and grasp his hair, pulling his face into my crotch, ecstatic and desperate to explode with pleasure.
“Oh yes, yes, yes. Good little cunt-munching servant, eat that p***y like a good boy,” I whisper, arching my back
