I awoke in the morning feeling slightly ashamed of our drunken tryst. “Oh yes, please stick it in,” I begged. I moaned loudly as she curved them upwards and stroked the sensitive mound of flesh along the front wall of my vagina. “Don’t worry we will start with something smaller. “Wow, do you use all of these?”, I asked holding up a very large black dildo. Finally I couldn’t take anymore and pushed her head away and clamped my thighs shut. I lowered my face to her delectable honey pot and began to lick up and down her slit. I had just caught my breath when she returned a few moments later with two glasses of ice water. I can’t believe I’ve been missing this all these years,” I said is I crawled up next to her in bed and kissed her full lips.
