Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
I withdraw my tongue, licking all along her channel as I go. “When I next tongue inside you, you may come,” I say low, desperate to taste so deeply.
I shift a hand so that my thumb hovers over her glistening, fat swollen bud right below my nose, and then I dive deep, snuffling into her pussy like a pig seeking its favorite truffle. I tongue her deep, closing my mouth down for added pressure, and then I eat her and suckle her and tongue her, the very tip pressing against her bud.
I’m a messy eater once I finally give in to what both of us want. I grab her ass and drag her pussy against my face as I eat her ravenously. Thumb working her clit, I tongue her so deep inside like the sweetest treat—because she is.
Finally I feel her begin to erupt. Even once I finally give her permission it always takes a few moments longer, like either she has to give herself permission, or she’s enjoying the at last unleashed pleasure that she refuses to give in for as long as possible.
But once she does, it’s always a magnificent event. Her thighs clench around my head, allowing me even deeper access somehow. My tongue slips a little further inside her so that I can really feel out that spongy inner ridge, and I lap and lap and lap against it, firm strokes with my tongue until she’s howling and screaming above me.
Her essence squirts into my mouth, which sends me over the edge. This only happens occasionally, when she is absolutely mad with the highest climax.
My cock gushes its release even though its not touching anything, even the bed for friction. Her pleasure is enough and I suckle and buck my face back and forth against her sex as I spurt the last of my gush.
At last I climb up her body, wiping my face on my bicep until I can embrace my beautiful one. For the first time all day, she seems at peace without a worry in the world.
She looks up at me with a lazy smile as she settles into my many arms. “Will you marry me?” she asks.
I laugh a great laugh and tug her close. “I would love nothing more than to be your husband.”
She settles into my many arms and sighs happily. My gift. My life. My future wife and all my happiness.