God bless Kayla for making Mondays so much better. Deviated a bit. Here’s something old, short, and delicious. Go see what everyone else cooked up after you have a read.
His hands splayed her thighs wide as he pressed his lips to the open petals of her cunt; a gentle open-mouthed kiss of lips to wet lips. But this would be no delicate tasting of her body, but a feast with the single focus of gorging on her.
It started slow, a simple lick, but he was hungry and she was a lush banquet spread before him. Forking his tongue, he let it dance around her clit until the fruit emerged from its cover, a ripe berry begging for his mouth. A berry perfect for eating.
He suckled at that tiny nub until her toes curled and her back arched high. The sounds of her cries a delightful accompaniment to his sampling.
When he reduced her to a trembling being, he dipped down to bury his tongue between lips that hid a bounty of candy pink flesh. A fountain of sweet cream flowed from her, pouring over his taste buds and intoxicating him. Sliding his arms around her thighs, he held her tight and dined on the most delicious repast of his life.