Writing Your Poem With My Tongue

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She was sitting there with her legs spread before me. I couldn’t resist; I leaned forward and ran my tongue over her pussy ending at her clit. She moaned as my tongue touched her, sending shivers through her. I wiggled my tongue around her clit as she sent louder moans into the air. Her little nub was so hard as I licked it.

She cried out, “Oh god, yes, lick it harder!”

I kept my tongue working around her clit even as she began to shake. It wasn’t long until my tongue was awash with her juices as you erupted.

Published 4 years ago

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