Mm.. He Keeps Me So Wet And Needing

If a woman “palms my head” then suffocates my face as she comes, humping her hips against me, legs squeezing, my face buried too deep in her soft flesh that I truly cannot breathe, I am probably going to come all over myself, untouched, drowning in her juices, ready to die, my breathe nearly gone as I revel in the taste of her warm cunt on my tongue. Ah, yes, let it happen.  

And your tantalizing words of kissing and teasing her ass, spreading her buttocks and driving my semi hard wet tongue into her darkness until I feel her inner dark walls constricting, squeezing, teasing my tongue, inviting it further.  
 
Oh, if it could only go as deep as my dick.  
You have thrown a spark to relight my favorite fetishes, oh sweet Mistress. Thank you  
 
Now, suck me, my sweet butter rum Mistress, take me to the edge, make me beg for that sweet release but deny me as I always beg you to.  
 
Lay me down and top ride me, sinking slowly down my shaft until your sweet juices soak my pubic hair and run down my balls. Rise and tease the tip and plunge down with a vengeance, dare me to hold back as I struggle with ultimate pleasure.  
 
Your wet warmth drives me to oblivion...use my dick, take it all, let it stretch you as you grind down on me, making me moan with need.