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Sitting on His Tongue

I’m sitting on his face, feeling his tongue deep inside me, driving me slowly and deliberately out of my mind. His hands grip my hips tightly, pulling me even closer to his mouth, as if he wants to devour me whole. Every now and then his fingers slide inside me, first one, then two – hard, demanding, just right. I gasp softly, my body trembling above him, but I won’t let him win. Not quite. Instead, I lean forward, taking him deep into my mouth whilst he continues to lick and f****r me. A perfect circle of control and surrender. He tastes me, I taste him. No escape. Just us. Just this. You can see it, can’t you? How much I want him… and how much I’m still in control. 😏