I am not into going down on women. I never have been. I don’t know why; it just doesn’t turn me on. I love to feel the tight feeling of a pussy around my dick. I love how it clenches and quivers and pulses when she comes, but I’ve never been interested in lying down between a woman’s legs to lick her folds and suck on her clit.

Until your pussy. God, yours is… special. It makes me want to sink to my knees. It’s so good at stretching around my cock... or anything I put in it, a baby, a toy. So flexible, so soaking wet, making the lewdest sounds when I fuck you.

It’s the perfect little pussy. My perfect little pussy.

I want to kneel between your legs when you sit on the couch, legs up on my shoulders. Pull you in. Your panties are already wet. Little kiss. Press my lips against the fabric. A first taste. God, you taste so sweet.

I rub the tip of my nose from the bottom to the top, letting the fabric stick to your folds. So. Slick. Holy shit. You whimper. I look up. Eyes lock. Yeah… I am really doing this. I dive down again, suck your panties between my lips, and draw that sweet juice out of them. Oh my God, yes. Your hand twists in my hair. Tight grip. I suck on the fabric and then part my lips over where your clit is. Hot breath right there. I use my tongue to lick. I can feel your swollen clit.

I glance up again. Sky blue eyes. You sob and start to buck. Buck-buck-buck. I add some spit to the fabric and then... suckle.

You arch your back. And moan. I fucking love your pussy. It delivers life. And it gives me so much pleasure.

Little pants, little moans.

Using my teeth, I tug your soaked panties aside and then stick my tongue out to lap at your slit. You shudder hard, thighs quiver.

I want to worship your pussy. It’s my favorite toy.

While I glide my tongue up and down between your folds, you sigh loudly, eyes closed, head back. Silky wet.

I latch onto your clit. You cry out. Fuck you taste so good. You begin to grind again. Harder this time. Eyes half-lidded. You look down, and clamp your thighs against the side of my cheeks, keeping me in place.

“Oh my God,” you scream. The grip on my hair gets tight, almost painful. But I love it. I lap and lick and suck on your clit, wiggling my tongue across it while you buck. Another high-pitched cry. Your entire body tenses, quick puffs of air. And then you curl forward, hold me close, and sob long and loud. You’re coming. Just from this. No penetration needed.