Whenever I think of that night, the first thing I think of is her skin against my own, the contrast of my pale hands against her supple caramel skin, how the sweat glistened like dew on her breasts as she pushed further down on top of me. She pushed hungrily onto my cock, driving me deeper into her wet cunt. She held onto my shoulders so hard that her nails left small red crescents on my flesh. With each thrust down she would whimper and moan under her breath, the sweet honey of her pussy was dripping down her thighs and onto my stomach. She began to rock forward and back on top of me, her cunt was now squirting all over us both, covering me, reaching onto my chest and face. I could taste her juices on my lips, just as she was on the edge of cumming on my cock she slipped her pussy off me and stood above me. I was desperate and hungry for her as she lowered her pussy onto my mouth, grabbing my hair and squeezing her thighs hard onto my head, I couldn’t see or breathe, all I could think of was the soaked brown cunt being thrust onto my waiting mouth. I licked and savoured her like she was my last meal, and I would have been happy had that been the case.