After the smell there comes the taste. Its always the way. Whether its off my fingers, or my lips on her cunt, I am in heaven. She tells me its the same for her. The slow lick up my cock, then her mouth surrounding my cock head, she just loves the taste. She enjoys my cock's firmness inside her mouth. She tells me that my maleness is never stronger, than when she has a mouthful of cock inside her mouth. She can feel the live animal in my cock, hot, and tasty, poking around her mouth. Something that tastes this damn good, you can only find out with your mouth. She can feel the midnight in my blood, keeping me erect, just for her. She tells me how my cock feels bossy, muscley in her mouth.
We are enjoined in a 69er. My tongue is running through her fem-le-bush that sits just above her clit hood. She has manicured it, just for me. A fudge of curly hair for my enjoyment. Or should I say, a bush as delicate as a flower that calls for the bee. I place my mouth on her hairs, and suck on the roof of the vine. Oooooooh I am on fire. I have been told that it is the mind that makes the flesh scream, that gives us pleasure. I move down to the lush lips that await me like a goddess waiting to be fucked. They are pulsating with blood, like a fat bee sitting on a flower full of pollen. I kiss her cunt lips reverently, causing the nectar to rise like morning dew to the lips of the sun. She is sucking my cock slowly, exquisitely, singing her song over the flaring glans. My foreskin is riding the head, wet with her saliva. I want to pump my cock deep into her mouth, but i resist. I have her cunt lips parting like the petals of a summer flower, as my tongue pulls up her nectar. If I could bottle it, I would, to sell to any horny man, who so desires it. Sweet sweet Jesus!. I am in the garden of her secrets.
