Drop to your knees

Her pure sex and power hit you like a wave. You fall to your knees in front of her, gazing up into her mesmerizing eyes in utter devotion. The writhing dancers around you have progressed to fucking, their hands reaching out blindly and grasping out, rubbing and caressing your arms, legs, chest.

You don't even notice. All you see, all you feel is the intoxicating presence of Her. She smiles, looking down at you kneeling before her, and places her hand on your head, a gesture of blessing and of ownership. The touch is electric; you can feel it surge through your body, your throbbing shaft clenching, the tip dribbling precum, causing a wet spot to slowly spread in your boxers. A shuddering sigh is ripped from your lips.

She chuckles softly, and licks her lips, her luscious glistening tongue running slowly across her supple crimson lips. She knows - somehow, you have no idea how, but she knows how close you are to bursting your load right there in your tight pants. Your hand begins to travel towards your crotch instinctively, but she shakes her head slightly and it drops instantly.

Her lips curl at the corners in a sly, seductive smirk, and she steps forward - so close to you that your face is just an inch from her smooth, toned thighs and her jeweled fringe skirt. She slowly pulls aside the hanging fringe to reveal her pussy - trimmed above with a delicate bush of luscious fiery curls, tapering down to full, beautiful labia that part as she turns her leg outward and thrusts her hip forward to show off the moist, tender folds of her slit. Her hand on your head pulls you in gently and insistently, in both invitation and command.

You breathe in her scent deeply as you are drawn in - the deep, musky sweet scent of her cunt is like a ****, making you instantly high, your vision wobbling and heart racing. Your mouth opens, tongue straining out as far as it can stretch to get just a taste of the sweet nectar of her pussy juices.

"Worship me." Her voice rings out from inside your head, your chest. "Drink deeply, and worship me."

Her hands then grabs your hair and push you down and in, while she thrusts out her hips, grinding her pussy against your waiting tongue, your open lips. She rides your face, her juices gushing out over your nose, your lips, your chin. You could bathe in it, you want to be covered with it, to be surrounded by her smell, her taste. You lap up her nectar with your tongue, thick and sweet, driving you mad as it trickles down your throat. You gulp it up like a man dying of thirst in the desert -

"Yes, drink!" Her voice rings out in your mind, "Draw deeply from my cup - drown yourself in my waters, and you will live forever - as my devoted ****!"

You thrust your tongue deep onto the chasm of her pussy as she straddles your face, and suddenly her muscles tighten and constrict around your tongue, drawing it in forcefully. You gasp, and writhe in alarm, your eyes beginning to water -

"No. Don't struggle. Quiet now, and give in. Give yourself to me, and you will know pleasures as you have never dreamt-of before."