Milk and Honey

Hot....

Sticky....

Creamy....

Wet....

Treacherous Tongue Teasing

Makes Me moan melodic measures of Praise.

Time is altered

Your big hand is on my breast and your short hand gripping my inner thigh.

The time? Clit thirty.

You meticulously strum me with your tongue into surrender

Slowly but surely my honey dew begins to surface as a glaze on your lips.

You seem pleased, but not yet satisfied. .

You crave something with a little more substance.

Calculated cunnilingus curator you are.

Exquisite dexterity in your approach to make my climax

Your head game has me on the cusp of a mental breakdown.

Trying to understand all that you are doing.

Attempting to receive all that you are giving.

And then you moan.

The vibration that reaches regions behind my hood as you seem to ravage my honey comb.

Relentless waves of rapture.

Pressure building.

Streams of milky wet dreams begin to flow down my thighs.

The substance you were yearning for.

My body now intensely spent

My legs still slightly bent with your head still  in between them.

Satisfied that your oratory skills caused me to cream them.

And I am left

Hot....

Sticky....

Creamy....

and

Wet....