I'm thrashing, sort of.I'm thrashing, sort of. My frustrated movements are exciting me more. I don't know if I've ever wanted anything so much as I wanted your tongue on my clit right then. I am moaning furiously. My hands are grabbing the pillow on either side of my head. I feel you touch your tongue to the opening of my cunt. I start panting and gasping. You poke your tongue into my opening and then lick my labia and then my thighs, then my opening again. "Give it to me dammit!" I exclaim, shocking both of us. "Please, Don. I'm begging you. Make me cum. Make me cum with your tongue Oh please. David doesn't like to do this so I don't get it very much. Please, please please! I need you to release me!" "I know," you mumble quietly, then touch my clit with your tongue. As soon as I feel your touch I start to thrash uncontrollably and moan and scream. Your tongue is licking and circling and teasing my clit and I cum, oozing my pussy juices, screaming. I keep cumming and cumming. I have absolutely never felt this way. Tears are running down my cheeks as my body slowly stops spasming. You aren't done. You continue to lap at my cunt until there is no more messy wetness down there. I'm as clean as when I got out of the shower. You climb up on the bed beside me. I don't even know what to say. You run your hand from my pubic hair, up my breast bone to my chin and lift it. You see the wetness on my cheeks. |