you tell me

to lie down,

but I don’t.

I kneel.

between your

naked legs.

sunday sun

dripping down

your thighs

like you’re

already melting.

you are not shy

not at your age.

you spread

yourself open

with both hands,

pussy lips

swollen thick

flushed and slick,

glistening like

you know I’ll beg

for a taste.

I don’t beg.

I dive.

tongue out,

mouth wide,

I lap at you

smooth pussy

like I’ve been

starving

because

I have.

you are

soaked.

hot.

heavy.

horny.

I drag

my tongue

through

the folds

of your pussy

slow at first,

then faster,

harder,

flattening it

against

your clit

until you start

grinding on

my face.

Fuck yes,

you hiss,

voice rough

with edge.

I groan

into your cunt,

fingers digging

into your ass

to pull you closer.

I want you

smothering me.

I want my lips

buried in you,

my nose

and beard

wet with

your scent,

my whole world

reduced to this:

your pussy,

my tongue,

and the way

you moan when

I hit just right.

I slip in

two fingers,

then three,

hook them

and fuck you

while I

suck your clit,

harder now,

tongue

moving fast,

lips sealed tight,

I’m drinking

your nectar

straight from

the source.

you cry out.

your legs

are shaking.

you grab

my hair,

riding my face

like you own me

and fuck,

as you

begin

to cum

you do.

I feel

you clench,

feel that twitch,

that deep,

wet spasm

that says

you are

about to cum

and I don’t stop.

I press in harder,

circle your clit

with the tip

of my tongue,

fingers deep

and curling,

as you explode

into my mouth

and all over

my beard

your orgasm

hits like

a flood.

you scream,

your thighs

clamp around

my head,

you whole

body jerking,

soaking me

in her mess,

and I don’t

pull away

I drink you.

you cum again,

and again,

squirting

hips stuttering,

voice breaking

raw, real, wrecked.

only when

you fall back,

twitching

and panting,

do I stop

face wet,

beard sticky,

smiling like

a man

who just

tasted heaven

and ruined it

on purpose.