Tasting the good FLESH

I moved with the same rhythm... We had caught a harmony without taking off from each other. The nipples were erect, the eyelids were half closed, the thighs were tightening and her puffiness... Selmi was already ready for her Summum. I accelerated... the pulse of my clit increased as if to make up for her contractions... She had sensed that I was going to explode, shaking my hands and murmuring “you too.” I exploded in my LORDESS’s vagina. She kept going down because she had not yet reached the climax... I was accompanying her but my clit let go... bitch of musroom!
Selmi then descended from my belly to lean towards the wet coward and began slurping her, sucking, licking... in the hope perhaps of waking her up... She had finished with my baby but I had just started... Turning to my LORDESS, I grabbed her rod and sucked it. It was again in 69, I continued madly to suck her... it did not last more than a minute; her pulse increased, the head of her clit swelled in my mouth but continued to advance towards my throat!!! where she spewed all her seed... I kept coming and going with my lips, I allowed almost all the sacred secretion that I felt pass through my throat. The flavor is better when it's from the source itself. There was enough to fill my elephant mouth; I plucked my lips, once more, like an animal... My crazy lover stood up on her elbow and whispered to me “it’s only now that I’ve raped your mouth, my bitch... you’ve managed like a real...”. We were in each other’s arms. I thanked her for all that she gave me through my hugs and caresses. “Thank you very much,” I said, “I’ve become the person I wanted to be for 30 years...” Once again surprised, she did not want to believe that “I had not taken action” all this time.
My body's surrender, my First Supper, was drizzled by liquids and essences that I regret having not tasted before, besides, of course, mine and those of my female partners. These smells come from my subconscious, whenever I feel like... very frequently these days.