She tastes perfect. Salty and sour. I love everything about her. I love her hair, her face, her breasts, her cunt, her ass, and the way she squirms. I love how she writhes at the touch of my tongue. It’s so arousing. Just looking at her is like looking at a winter sunset. You have to see it in person to comprehend its beauty. God I couldn’t get enough of her. Eating her out was addictive. It was like a drug. It was a drug. She loved it, and I loved it, it was the best thing in the world. I wish I could taste her beauty forever, her sweet cream in my mouth. It was the taste of success. The taste of pure love and ecstasy. I wish she could feel my lust for her forever. How she can say she loves me more, I will never understand.