Was sitting on couch daydreaming 🤷‍♂️ Ok… off to the Eastside Beltline!

I want to spread your legs wide, my eyes locked on the sight of you, already wet and inviting.

I lower my head, breathing you in, your scent filling my senses. My tongue darts out, tasting you, and I groan, the sound vibrating against your sensitive skin. You’re soaked, and the taste of you sends a jolt of need straight through me.

I drag my tongue along your slit, slow and deliberate, feeling you shudder beneath me. I tease you, my tongue just barely touching your clit, making you whimper. I smirk against you, knowing how much you want it, how much you need it.

Your hips buck up, desperate for more, and I give in, sucking your clit into my mouth, rolling my tongue over it. You gasp, your fingers digging into my hair, holding me there as I work you. I love the way you sound, the breathy moans, the little cries that escape your lips every time I hit the right spot.

I lick and suck, my tongue moving in a rhythm I know drives you crazy. Your thighs tremble around my head, your body arching off the bed, and I feel a surge of satisfaction knowing I am the one doing this to you, making you lose control.

I slide a finger inside you, feeling how tight and hot you are, how your walls clench around me. I add another finger, pumping them in and out, matching the movements of my tongue. Your moans grow louder, your breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. You’re so close, and I want to push you over the edge.

I curl my fingers, hitting that spot inside you that makes you cry out, your body jolting. I keep up the pressure, my mouth working your clit, my fingers driving into you. You are practically squirming beneath me now, your hips moving in time with my thrusts, your body begging for release.

And then it happens. Your whole body tenses, your back arching as you come, hard. Your pussy clamps down on my fingers, your juices coating my hand as you cry out my name, your voice thick with pleasure. I keep my mouth on you, licking and sucking, drawing out your orgasm until you are trembling, gasping, your body spent.

I finally pull back, licking my lips, savoring the taste of you. You lay there, your chest heaving, a satisfied, dazed look in your eyes. I can’t help but grin, knowing that I’ve made you feel this way. That I am the one to give you this kind of pleasure.

I crawl up your body, pressing a kiss to your swollen lips, your body still humming from the coming. I know you can taste yourself on my mouth, and that thought makes me hard all over again.

I can’t wait to do it again