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On the floor next to the lounge, I sit, and as our eyes meet, you carefully sit up facing me, legs still apart, and pointing to your vagina, you hold it open, and beckon me to savour the viscosity of the honey that has accumulated in and around your beautiful flower.
On my knees, I obey your beckoning, and whilst you expectantly hold your labia apart, I extend my tongue, deep inside your uterus, and then gradually upwards past your urethra to your clit, to stimulate its spongy flesh. This feels very good for you, although I cannot feel the tingling throughout your body, a can hear your sighs. My mind is in overdrive, as your overpowering womanly vaginal scent works its magic on my lust for your body, and the silky slipperiness of your warm, soft vagina. I want to love you like you have never been loved. I continue licking your vagina, up and down the length of your slit, then to your vaginas cheeks on either side, until your beautiful, inviting flower glistens in the light.Â
