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The Night Ritual

My tongue traces the swell of her perfect breast
Lingering long on the hardened nipple I lightly lick and blow cool air
On the sensitive flesh
A quake rumbles through her body and shakes her tiny belly and she
Shivers with delight at the feeling
A low moan escapes her throat as she begs me onward
Slowly I run my tongue down her belly
Seeing the tiny hairs in the middle as they come to attention
At my attention
I move past that place most feminine and lick slowly around her sensitive inner thighs
Near enough to see the glisten of moisture and smell the soapy and tangy scent
She begs for my attention to no longer waver and I indulge her
Parting her lips with my tongue and running the length of the slickness
I find the rosy bud, already at attention and she cries out as I flick my wet tongue over it
The taste a fine wine to me
The reaction swift and true as she now quivers in delight as I put light suction on her
And swirl my tongue over this place of pleasure beyond pain
Time slows for her as I tease and please her
Fingers inside and rubbing that spot so elusive to some
And trace around that hard spot of nerves
Now it speeds toward her like a rushing train
Her head shakes and her hair flies over her sweating brow
It is the end and the beginning
A cry of release rends the night
And tears stand shining in her eyes as she flows with the feeling
The night ritual has begun
Written by thinlane
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