Going down

Her hunger felt insatiable, a bottomless pit of need that threatened to consume you both. You lay there for a moment, catching your breath, the scent of sex and sweat hanging heavy in the air. "Again," she whispered, a demand, not a request. Her voice was husky and thick

You chuckled, amused by her demanding nature. "Alright, greedy girl. Let's see what else I can do for you." Rolling her over onto her back, you positioned yourself between her legs, pushing them apart to gain access. Your gaze traveled down her body, appreciating the sight of her: the heaving, recently-upgraded breasts, the quivering stomach, the slick, swollen folds of her pussy, still dripping with both her juices and your cum.

The plan was already formed but bringing your mouth to your own semen was still mildly awkward. Luckily, you possessed the tools to solve this problem elegantly. Leaning down, you hovered just inches from her pussy, your breath hot against her sensitive flesh. "Maisie, your body will now," you pause thinking on exact wording, "completely absorb my sperm, breaking it down into nutrients and energy. No stains, no risk of pregnancy." Instantly, you saw the results. Right before your eyes, the milky white fluids seeping from her seemed to vanish, disappearing into her skin as if drawn by an invisible magnetic ****.

"Weakling! Pathetic weakling!" She laughed once again, "can't handle some of your own... " giggle, "sauce?"

Ignoring her taunts, you dove in, pressing your tongue against the lower part of her labia and dragging it upward slowly. She gasped loudly like a wounded animal, her hips bucking off the mattress as your mouth made contact with her oversensitive body. Meanwhile, your hands landed on her knees, pinning them open to prevent her from closing her legs (not that she had any intention to do so), exposing her completely.

Your exploration intensified, your tongue slowly circling around on its way to her clitoris, applying steady pressure that built gradually. Her moans grew louder, more ****, punctuated by sharp cries whenever you hit particularly responsive spots. Her fingers tangled in your hair, sometimes pushing you away, sometimes pulling you closer as if she couldn't decide what she wanted more - gentle teasing or a direct ****

Finally, she made up her mind and demanded, "Faster," she urged hoarsely, grinding against your face. "Harder. More." Her inner thighs began to tremble, her abdominal muscles contracting visibly as her enjoyment intensified. Determined to prolong her pleasure and eager to please her, you went against the order and backed off slightly, switching focus to tease her entrance with the tip of your tongue, occasionally delving inside to taste her sweetness directly from source. This edging drove her nearly insane with frustration.

"Stop torturing me," she whimpered, her voice cracking. "Make me cum, damn it!" But you maintained your deliberate pace, alternating between licking her clit and probing her hole, reading her reactions carefully, learning precisely what combinations caused what responses, learning her body the hard way, without using magic for answers. Occasionally, you would bite lightly on her inner thigh, leaving small marks that would fade later. You could feel her frustration mounting, her body tense beneath you, her hips and hands trying to **** your mouth back to where she wanted it most.

Eventually, when her begging became incoherent and her body writhed beneath you uncontrollably, you finally gave her what she craved. You sucked her clit into your mouth, pressing down firmly while simultaneously moving the right hand away from the trembling knee and ramming two fingers deep inside her. The orgasm ripped through her like a tidal wave, her entire body convulsing violently. She screamed your name, a raw, guttural sound of pure ecstasy, her back arching off the bed as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her pussy clenched around your fingers, milking them as she rode out her climax, her juices flooding your mouth and coating your hand.

She was still trembling and gasping for air when you pulled away, leaving her limp on the bed, completely spent. You crawled up beside her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close. Her skin was flushed, slick with sweat. "I am beginning to like this date," she giggled weakly, snuggling against your shoulder.