Finally I get to see you in bed. I go down on you. I lap at you. I pay particular attention to your soft silky mounds as you told me thats where you like to get touched, in the various filth ridden e-mails we have batted back and forth, in between your periods of saintliness and infidelity. How does it feel now to swap a lover for another? I almost feel achievement. You breath and thrust and you tell me your going to come. You ask me if thats what I want, so soon. I mouth, 'Whatever you want'.
You gush sticky pretty fluid into the back of my throat. I spit it all out against your pelvis. You kiss me, lap at my lips, I spit in your mouth, you smile.
You relax, we cuddle, and then you go down on me. You moan like my squirms and twitches pleasure you. I suppose in a way maybe they do. I ooze all over your mouth. I hit the top. I pull you up and lick myself off your face.
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