Taste Her Honey Pot

You kneel at the foot of the bed and lower your head towards her womanly mound. She moans as you kiss it gently with eager lips. You recall how an old priest called such wanton fornication sin and relish his ignorant words as you taste her. Your tongue slides like a dagger between her outer and inner lips and she coos with eager lust.

Your fumbling hands find purchase on her small globe-like breasts, child-like on her child-sized body. She guides your hungry tongue to a nib and begins to flow hot as you lick it. Her moaning becomes more and more urgent as you taste and tease her, finding as you let your tongue flick and slide that you can send her through pangs of frantic emotion.

Her breathing quickens and her body quivers warm and wet to your tongues touch. Her hands are bracing her on the bed. Clenched in the sheets with desperation. You continue your merciless probing with her tongue when she cries out.

"AAH! Oh-OH! OH Heavens Father!!!" Her body shakes and gyrates spasmodically. My sweet lord I'm- I'm... OH I'M!!! YES!!!"

Her sweet slit slicks once more with fragrant juices as she orgasms loudly falling back onto the bed in heavenly passion. You stand over her, your penis again at full erection.

Erect it is nearly large than her forearm. She stares at it with a look of needful hunger.