She closed her eyes and let it happen. Her body glistened with sweat from the exertion. Foreplay in the tropics did that to you, she thought, with a smile.
She willingly opened her legs wider to allow him unrestricted access to her. His lips touched hers and she gasped. His tongue slipped inside of her. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her sex.
He stopped and laid down beside her on his back, inviting her to ride his face.
He did not have to ask twice. She raised herself up and knelt above him, she could see his eyes wide with anticipation. His mouth slightly open. She lowered herself until she felt his skin against hers, and once again his tongue began to dance within her.
Her hands found her breasts, and began to touch, squeeze and caress them as only she knew how. She was proud of her breasts and loved to play with them, and loved when her lover touched them as she instructed him to.
His tongue slid down to the base of her sex and to the place between her sex and her ass.
"Oh god, " she thought, "not that too..."
His tongue retreated to her sex and began to tease and twitch around her clit. She wanted to grind against his face and cum hard. It had been so long.
She'd served herself a lot, but sex to her was a team effort. And right now she wanted him to take one for the team.
"oh yes, lover, fuck me with your tongue, drink me up..."
