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Now we’re both panting for our next breath. Me, because I’d cum so hard my eyes crossed, and him, I guess because he had yet to cum. I was almost zoned out when she started. ‘Biiiiitch, what’s this new flavor he been feeding me?’ I think she smacked her lips; I’m not sure, and before I could answer her, Mace pounced.

To me, it seemed like time had gone by, but it was merely a few minutes if that. As a big…no scratch that, as a lush girl, I’m not accustomed to men manhandling me and lifting my body any which way, which is exactly what he did. With my tongue in his mouth, he dragged me back down off the pillows until I was lying flat, then flipped me over on my stomach like I weighed nothing. That only made Ms. Kitty purr.

And then he did the most amazing thing ever. He licked his way down my spine, giving me tingles with each brush of his manly lips and tongue until he got to my round ass. I didn’t have time to be embarrassed about what he was seeing or even what he thought because he spread my ass cheeks open to get to Ms. Kitty and my knees shook.

Sweet mercy, his tongue. Never and I mean never, has anyone put their mouth down there, and for a first experience, I don’t think I’m gonna make it. On my back with him between my legs while he ate the forbidden fruit, that was beyond amazing; now, in this position, with my ass in the air and his tongue boring into me from behind, it’s freaking nirvana.

Not only my tummy but my whole body trembled and shook like I’d been prodded with something sharp and electrifying. My juices ran down my inner thighs, and I imagined in his mouth and down his chin as well, and he didn’t even come up for air.

He licked me from slit to clit and back, taking little nibbles of my clit while his fingers slid into me from behind. I couldn’t see because my eyes had rolled back to the whites, and my vision was filled with the stars that played around my head. I pushed back against his tongue and fingers and made noises I didn’t even know were human.

As for noises, his growls and moans were pussy melting hot. Not like the prepubescent grunts I was accustomed to. And the way his hands fitted on my ass, the strength in them as he dug his fingers into my flesh with purpose, made me feel damn near dainty.

Can you die from too many orgasms? I’m not sure if that’s a thing, but if it’s not, it ought to be because I was sure I was about to die from sensory overload. “Oh shit! Oh…” I pounded my fist on the bed when he twirled his tongue inside me while squeezing my clit with the slightest pressure.

It almost felt like he was sucking my insides out through my birth canal. Look, I can’t explain it because it had never happened to me before, but the pleasure was almost painful. That’s how sharp it was. After ten years of less than mediocre sex with the only man I’d ever been with, this was some kind of otherworldly experience. I didn’t know the body could withstand such strain, but it was as if every morsel of my body, from my skin to my internal organs, was on fire.

I flopped down on my stomach like a ragdoll after my biggest orgasm yet, too drained to even lift my head. But when he climbed down off the bed and reached for the hem of his shirt (side note, being naked while he stayed clothed is some kinda next level hot), I perked right up.

Oh shit, Mace has an eight pack, or is it ten? His abs were well pronounced like a sculpture, and my mouth actually watered while my fingers itched for a feel. I was so fixated on his stomach that I didn’t notice his hesitation once he unsnapped his jeans.

Then he slid them off while I chanted his name over and over again in my head. And then he stood up, and the room went dark. I hopped down off the bed in surprise and pointed. Not my best moment, but you’ve got to understand. It’s like going to your friend’s house to meet the new pet kitty, and the bitch comes out leading a lion or a tiger or something. It took me three tries to remember the English language and how to put words together to form sentences.

“Wait, is that thing real?” I looked at him squinty-eyed.

“Of course.” He stroked himself, and I had to press my knees together.

“Are you sure?” I’ve heard of people killing elephants for their ivory tusks but never about them stealing trunks too. How does that even work?

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