The time has been prescribed, and now you lie in the cool of the afternoon, an eye mask dulling the suns brightness.

You hear your front door close softly, and my foot steps pad softly down the hallway.

My hands are soon on your back, and I firmly massage the tightness of life’s stresses from you. Working without hurry, each part of you back, legs and then your arse have been made supple.

You can feel the heat of my breath between your arse cheeks now and you lift your hips instinctively as my wet tongue lightly brushes over your labia. I am teasing the dew from you now, adding to my hot saliva as your clit is firmly lashed. Ploughing a deep furrow through your folds my tongue finds the button of your clitoris. Probing earnestly, I moan as I feel your wetness gush across my chin, pooling in my hand while my fingers roll across your swollen mound.

Sitting back, my arms are around you know as I roll you onto your back. Diving deeply I drink your womenhood while my fingers work themselves in and out, not so deeply and upwards. The ridges of your gspot swell and your pussy greedily accepts my probing finger. Gasping now, you buck against my face as your body is overwhelmed by the tide of your orgasm.

As you collapse back, and your breathing begins to slow. You hear the front door latch click. Peeking out from your eye mask you see that you are once more alone, but fulfilled. Worship is complete for the day.