Two days have passed since I last had my mouth on her pussy, and it feels like an eternity. That’s too damn long without tasting her.
I couldn’t resist eating her out when I dropped her off on Monday afternoon to make up for not being able to indulge while we were on the camping grounds.
Truth be told, I can’t get enough of her.
Her hard clit is throbbing against my lips, engorged and ready.
I flick it with my tongue, lifting my head to bury my face in her sweet pussy.
I devour her like I’m famished, pushing my face into her warmth. I shove my tongue deep into her slick spot, tongue-fucking her hole.
With each thrust, my cock grows thicker.
It doesn’t take long for my balls to tighten.
Conscious I might not make it before she does, I change the tempo.
She hisses and wriggles on my face.
My hands splay across her hips and when my tongue swirls around her pussy, she whimpers with each revolution.
“Yes, that’s so, so good.”
I go for it.
I rotate my tongue in hard circular motions, adding my head to heighten the sensation.
Fuck, her clit against my tongue…
My balls are heavy and full, and that only makes me hornier. I pick up speed and grunt as her juices drip into my mouth.
The sound of my tongue against her slickness adds fuel to the fire.
Her desperate cries are a blessing.
I pull her clit into my mouth and suck it real good before I resume my mission.
Damn.
My tongue is voracious.
I’m unrepentant.
My hunger for her overwhelming.
I groan.
I eat her sweet pussy like it’s my last fucking meal.
“Oh, Rhett… your mouth… your mouth…”
She’s so out of it, she can’t even string a sentence together.
It’s an honor for me to take care of my girl.
I push her off me.
“Why did you stop?”
