Lightning Leg Kick Redux

You may be groggy from the release of bodily fluids, but Chun Li is not. She leaps high into the air, and lands in the splits again, this time directly over your face. She presses her crotch down against you, her clit brushing against your lolling tongue. You flick it against her, weakly, and Chun Li half-moans, half-screams in frustration. She begins to buck her hips, grinding herself against your face, but apparently you are not doing your part to satisfy her.

You feel Chun Li's hand sink into your hair, and her body lift up off the ground. As she stands up, she pulls your head with her, until you are in a sitting position, your tongue still pressed against Chun Li's throbbing clit. Holding your head firmly in place, Chun Li lifts a leg, and, taking a deep breath in anticipation, clearly enunciates her move: "Lightning Leg KiiiiiIIIIIAAAAHHHHHH." She is unable to finish the word "kick," as her pumping leg moves her clit in quick, darting, sawing motions around your tongue, pushing her near instantly to orgasm. Her kicks fly out crisply, and with even more **** than before, and she holds your head tight against her as her pelvis contorts against the side of your face. Her moaning scream continues, her orgasm pulsing and cresting but not fading, as it is continually renewed by her **** on your tongue.

Her primal scream continues even after her kicking sharply stops, her body still pulsing against you, the orgasm still washing over her in waves. The scream slowly peters out, as the pulses weaken until they are just faint echoes in a large room. She lets her hands loose from your hair, and crumples to the ground, sharing now in your post-orgasmic reverie.