“Liquid”

 My mouth waters.

I can feel my tongue slipping in to her. The gooey gloss of her womanhood easing into my mouth.

Her thighs tensing against my throat as I lap patiently at her tense, pulsing button. That pink pressure point of desire.

Fuck her flavor is unmatched. Sweet and salty.

Fingertips grip into hip bones and breath slips across lips into the slurping sound of vocal chords humming against labia.

I want to undo my thoughts but I’m enthralled.

Burry my face in your mound and I’ll never go hungry.