I asked her to take her thighs in her hands and lift them against her chest. My caresses, working this ointment into her freshly shaved skin, brought her to the edge of pleasure. She took care to clean my glans of the arousal liquid that had moistened it. I finished the first phase of my work. When she reached my head, she placed little kisses on the meatus. “Do you like that?”
“Oh yes, I often stroke it when I masturbate while you’re away.”
“You never told me.”
I leaned down and licked her anus, my tongue lightly forcing its entrance. After this emotional day, the evening promised to be steamy. After taking a breath, she straightened up. ”
She took the indicated position, before my eyes, pretty little buttocks framing a pussy drooling with pleasure and a small, darker orifice. She found herself on her knees, following her path, the tip of her tongue tickling my navel. “No, not that way, the other way.”
I came out of the warm sheath, placing my glans on her still-dilated rosette; she impaled herself.
