Herbie settled his head between Debbie’s musky thighs. He was drooling! Her pussy shone ripe as some split plum, a purple that oozed fluid lust along its outer edge.
“Wait…Wait…Please Wait!”
She levered herself up on both elbows.
“That’s not my thing. I’ve never let anyone…”
She broke off floundering, feeling frantic.
Herbie raised his head confusedly.
“Why not!?”
She could not believe he was asking.
“This is hardly the time for extended discussion.”
“Can’t think of a better time, can you?”
“Ok,” she snapped, exasperated. “It’s too personal. Happy now?”
He lowered his mouth to her and she pulled at his hair—wanting to push him away. But somehow, she violently pulled him near…
Herbie licked at her scented juices with enormous zeal. His pointed tongue inched inwards as he savored her deep. Then he flattened it—upon reaching delicate sliver—to deliver a strong, unhurried, upward stroke. Debbie clawed desperately at the bedding with both hands! The sheer intensity of the sensation was too much. As she tried instinctively to make a retreat, she came up hard against the head of the bed….
The Flavor of Love
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