Marmalade
You have some gummies, and I don't... that's not fair... because you have something sweet... and I've run out of everything... you're still here... I'd like to bite your butt... run my little teeth over your buttocks, going lower and lower, delving deeper, gradually swapping teeth for tongue... and there it is — your swollen red bud... your labia are slightly parted, beckoning and glistening with the lubrication that's already starting to flow... mmm, what's going to happen now...
... My tongue glides around your lips, your body trembles with arousal, but we're in no hurry... at least I'm not...
My tongue penetrates deeper and deeper...
it feels like it might touch the very depths of your soul... it pierces the hot flesh, sometimes sharply, sometimes carefully, occasionally touching the most sensitive spot...My fingers aren't idle either — here, one of them makes its way to assist my tongue and sinks into the moist depths of your vagina... followed by a second... back and forth... back and forth... slowly, still slowly for now... my tongue plays with your clitoris, tense from arousal, my lips occasionally intervene to bestow it with a tender kiss... you taste so good...
... Your hips shudder, letting me know you're already at the peak and want to come... but the torment has only just begun...
Riding my fingers, you help yourself, move, whisper something, but right now I only hear the sound of your body, its desire, its passion... and I cover your rose with hundreds of kisses, suck on your flesh, lick up the lubrication, purrr... here, a third finger rushes inside to help its brothers... there are three of them now, a tight fit but no offense — it'll be more pleasurable... you moan, start to writhe — yes, this is sweet, very sweet torture... but let me be your tormentor a little longer... my tongue wanders around the entrance, occasionally drying off a finger that peeks out... your scent, taste, and warmth excite me so much that I'm practically ready to explode with pleasure myself...
Yes, you want this, you want it to happen... Orgasm — the peak of your desires, your brain focuses on the sensations below... my beloved girl, you are my sweet beloved girl...
And then comes a wonder of wonders — you try to take the initiative... you kneel over my head and move back and forth, sliding your pussy over my lips... this passionate but unequal kiss lasts a few seconds... my fingers have left your womb and now rest on your hips... supporting you, I help you keep the rhythm and let you know what I want myself...
... And what I want is for you, in the pauses between movements, to lean forward, stroke my cock, which is tense to the limit... And occasionally bestow it with a sweet kiss... I'm fine without it, but when your lips glide over the head and continue their journey down the shaft, I start to shudder... By the way, you've been trembling with desire for a long time too... but let's not rush, we still have plenty of time...
Now you've gotten so carried away that you've bent over completely and are moving your lips over my flesh, helping with your tongue, which tickles the head... when you slightly bring your teeth together and they run along the shaft, my vision blurs. I sink a long, frantic kiss into your bud, tease your clitoris with my tongue to its final tension... you rise up, arch your back, help my tongue with your right hand, together as a coordinated team we're sailing full speed ahead, guiding you to ecstasy...
... And now your breathing turns first into moans, then the moans are replaced by a choked gasp, trembling all over your body. Your legs squeeze me, you press me into the pillow, and that's exactly what I've been waiting for... And the dance of my tongue suddenly awakens somewhere deep in your soul a powerful orgasm, which comes not as a wave — but as a tornado from afar, growing into a storm...
... You thrash in the embrace of this powerful stream of pleasure, scream, toss and turn... your back arches, your hands can't find support... the orgasm hits with new and new force...
And finally, your exhausted body can no longer fight this feeling and releases you into calm fatigue... You collapse on the bed, breathing deeply... probably asleep...
I look at your face... my little angel, my love... I love you so much...