His Tongue Tip

He had his tongue tip moving in circles down me; spread wide without inhibition.

Rhythmically moving up and down my clit pampering it like never before.

This was the farthest I had let another person into me.

His head was cupped between my thighs,

leaving my legs stretched awkwardly high.

I was shivering and shaking.

Held a siege by an avalanche of estrogen;

gushing through my spine, blinding me with maddening pleasure.

Pleasure disproportionately big for my body to react.

Possessed in a carnal trance was my body;

Stripped off its shame and inhibition.

A primal exchange it was, between two creatures-

One of whom felt like her damp clit;

and the other who was just his wagging tongue tip.

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