A Beautiful Moment

I cry out sharply as your lips seal around my swollen labia, the suction pulling at my most sensitive flesh with a fierce, unrelenting hunger that makes my thighs quake uncontrollably against your shoulders, the dense hair against your chin matting further with our mingled slickness. Your tongue lashes my clit in frantic circles, each flick igniting fresh bursts of fire that coil tighter in my belly, my fingers plunging wildly into the gripping heat of my channel, knuckles slick and buried to the last joint amid the sopping curls.

"Oh fuck, yes!!!..." 

The words tear from my throat in a ragged moan, muffled as I crane my neck to drag my tongue flat along the seam of your dangling sack, tasting the salty musk there before probing higher, the tip circling your puckered anus with tentative, worshipful laps that match the desperate bucks of my hips into your devouring mouth.

"You're unraveling me... sucking me like that... I can feel every ridge of your tongue dragging me over the edge!"

Tears of overwhelming pleasure streak my freckled cheeks, the dimming dusk light filtering through half-drawn curtains to silhouette your curved length bobbing above me, precum dripping in warm splatters onto my collarbone while the wet symphony of our mouths... schlicks and slurps... echoes off the walls, drowning the faint hum of crickets awakening outside.

"Do you feel me clenching around your fingers? I'm going to come... right on your tongue... tell me you want to swallow every drop."

I shatter under your mouth with a raw, keening cry that rips from my chest, my thighs clamping vise-like around your ears as the orgasm crashes through me in blinding waves, my walls spasming wildly around your plunging fingers while hot gushes of cream flood your sucking lips and lash your probing tongue. The thick curls at my mound grind slickly against your nose, trapping your face in my hairy heat as tremors rack my petite frame, freckled skin sheening with sweat that beads and rolls down the valley between my swollen breasts, puffy nipples straining taut in the cooling dusk air seeping through the cracked window.

"Oh fuck! Yes! Yes, drink me!!!"

The plea dissolves into a guttural moan, my blue eyes rolling back as I buck helplessly, one hand fisting the quilt while the other presses your head deeper, forcing you to lap every pulsing squirt that coats your chin and drips onto the shadowed floorboards below.

Even as the peak fractures, I don't release you, my tongue delving insistently back into the puckered ring of your anus, rimming it with fervent, sloppy swirls amid the earthy musk rising from your swinging balls, my gaze hazy but fixed on the way your curved shaft weeps fresh precum in rhythmic throbs just inches from my throat, the crickets' chorus swelling outside like applause to our unravelling.