Find that warm spot that's tingling for my touch. Reach down and let your hand do what you can imagine my mouth doing: Gently spreading your swollen lips, lightly tracing the edge -- tickling ever-so-slightly. Let your fingers lower themselves into that wettest of places. Use that wetness to lubricate your finger to better feel like my warm tongue on you. Light flicks at first, just enough to further arouse the swelling clit.

If it helps you can use your free hand to squeeze those beautiful tits just as hard as you would like me to reach up and do -- as you change from light flicks into gentle circles. Circles that cause your hips to gyrate in time with me, circles that constantly change direction, causing even more excitement. Smooth gliding circles... slight pressure... restless bliss.

Let your thoughts focus on me. Imagine my hands holding your hips to keep from gyrating away from the increasing speed and pressure of those circles.

Gradually increase the speed and pressure until your oversensitive nub can hardly stand it. Reach back down and re-moisten your fingers, then let them slide back up -- barely grazing against a clit that seems to reach for more of a touch.

Gently slide back down...not all the way -- make sure to keep contact (but just barely). Keep sliding up and down. Imagine you bucking against my face, trying to force more pressure. Slowly... agonizingly slow. MAKE yourself want more. But remember that I control the pace. Be patient.

Your anticipation starts to get the best of you... speed up those strokes... Imagine my tongue just flicking away, faster and faster.

Can you feel it building? Do you want to come in my face? Do you want to come hard?

Faster... more pressure... your leg muscles are clenched almost as tight as your pussy. The wave of orgasmic pleasure slams you like a tsunami.

As you explode, the pressure against your clit all but stops... all you can feel is a feather-light touch, a touch that sends more waves of cum gushing with each flinch. Keep that light touch grazing lightly against you... resist the urge to stop and pull away... Let the waves push you into another tidal wave.

Imagine my waiting mouth to catch every streaming river... my tongue lapping your hot honey from inside you -- yet still occasionally reaching back up to just touch that wonderful pink bulb.

Just keep coming, baby... I want you at your wettest when I glide inside of you.