Lying back, naked, Linda considers her lover’s efforts. Why are some men so poor at cunnilingus? His head has been down there for ten minutes. Tongue near the front, fingers beyond my slit. Searching vainly among my soaked petals, he flicks triumphantly at finding each hole. Believes himself to be a genius! But always he’s missing my passion points.
Give him a hint? No, I want to come naturally.
Oh, but wait. Yes, yes, there, just that spot. Stay there, tongue, flutter and make me squirm, lift me hi-i-i-igh!
Now, at last, my cunt can heave with vigour around his solid prick.
