The moment you emailed me with the attachment of your beautiful-ass picture I knew I had to have you. You explained that you were in your early twenties. And, you wanted to know if I was 420 friendly because you wanted me eating at your slit while you were enjoying your smoke. Of course, I agreed with your little request although I usually never let anyway smoke in my abode. You mentioned that you had to put on some clothes and you’d be on the way soon. That time it took from our last email exchange to the moment you stepped through my front door was maybe forty-five minutes. That was quite impressive; I could tell you were about your business. I told you to take off your shoes after you made it in. Yes, I know I’m OCD as fuck, but I can’t help that shit. I’m a neat freak. Anyway, I lead you back to my room and couldn’t help staring at you and the way your petite frame filled up those black tights. You crawled across my bed to plug in your phone, and I just couldn’t help myself: I pulled those leggings down to your knees. You were in the doggy-style position, and I just nipped away at your hind side. My saliva lubricated your backdoor hole all while my tongue dug into that pretty tail. I had way with that tasty pussy for a while, too. You pulled those bottoms off and rested yourself on your back on the bed.
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My initial pussy-eating tactics were a bit aggressive. You scolded me about pulling at your pussy a bit too roughly, so I loosened my lips’ grip on your vulva and its clit. That’s not to say that you didn’t want your entire nether region engulfed in my mouth; you insisted that I accomplish the task more gently, though. I figured out the tongue-licking patterns eventually and only veered off course a couple of times after that. Your pelvis rocked to the oscillations and percolating of my tongue’s lechery. During the cunnilingus ruckus you enjoyed your 420 fix. Your pussy was a swollen delicacy in my oral net. I thought you would take an incredible amount of time before the voyage would come to a halt, but I could see land and the ports over the horizon. You began to beat your pussy and its pelvis more chaotically against my bare mouth. You began to grip my head tightly, then a bit tighter. Before I knew it, I was being pinned to your posterior like a clit ring or a tampon. I was your period piece. I was under your complete control and spell. And then the inevitable reared its kinky head on the scene–you bellowed out like some orgasming nutcase and squirted your juices on my bed, an abundant amount in my mouth. It was so sexy and tantalizing. You urged me to suck at that clit softly even after you nutted and were sinking into the abyss. For a moment there, you were mine and under my supervision. Next time you need your boy toy, send out that cat signal:
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8q0akr/mf_hit_me_with_that_cat_signal