My tongue would have stayed there for the eternity but someone who has been a very good boy patiently waiting for his prize was bulging to explosion. When we are entwined in an ecstatic union the body mind and thoughts all move together. As my thought lingered for a brief second on my manhood, I heard her most endearing call to her lover, in a mix of pleading, requesting and commanding voice she said 'Hey... I need you... can't wait anymore...'
With my mouth still buried between her she slowly sat up digging her fingers on my shoulders almost shouted 'Stop!' I looked up panting and saw her beautifully erect nipples huffing and puffing. I looked into her eyes innocently and the response was a very vocal smile that almost told me...'darling... there are other things that need your intense attention...'
As if reading her mind, I rose on my knees and my hands firmly on her fair thighs, leaving soft marks, I rose and my lips once again met her nipple, the right one first this time. I saw the left nipple looking at this with evident dissatisfaction, but I was a fair man and I had to fairly split my loyalties between these beauties. Soon I went to the left one and told her, 'were you not my first love' and as if she approved it, I got her thrust into my unwitting mouth. I slowly rose and half bending kissed her lips again... I didn't care if she tasted her honey on my lips. She was gripping my hips and the next moment I was pushed back on to the bed.
Then I felt her lips... on my toes and I was swept away into a frenzy of ecstatic waves of pleasure. I barely remember anything to write here except that I soon felt her beautiful nails digging into my thighs and felt her hot breath on my inner thighs. I was holding onto her shoulders but soon her tongue waged a war across my thighs and reached the outskirts of the Capital. I felt I was losing all my strength and started floating except that my manhood became stiffer than ever and stood up bravely to face the inevitable onslaught of an incited tigress.
The first piercing lick of her tongue on the pouch of my love potion literally lifted me up a few millimetres and before I knew she was hungrily sucking on to them and her tongue artfully inscribing her authority on them. Her hands now rubbed my belly and her nails scratched soft warnings of the final assault. I saw my brave manhood withstanding this war he was going to lose, and he looked royal at the backdrop of her silky hair.