She made a sound that was the love child of a wicked giggle and a heavenly, broken sigh. That was my reward, or at least my audible reward. The chance to feast on her sex was usually reward enough. Although, in the current situation, it was more like a forced feeding. She was fucking my face with wild abandon. Gliding her cunt over my mouth in a cross between a tease and permission. My tongue and lips struggled to keep up, yet I reveled in trying and I hungered for intimate moments like this, pun definitely intended! I was never a guy that had to acquire a taste for pussy, from my first experience going down on a woman, I was hooked. It was a drug, and aphrodisiac. She definitely was using it to her advantage in this circumstance.
Our flesh a crumpled tangle on a bed only left with crumpled sheets and her crumpled red bra, the last of our garments to be discarded; the last prison her body escaped from this evening.