Tasting the good FLESH

I wanted to attack but: “not touch, not yet”. I then leaned back to contemplate her; Monkiki-like hair, a glabrous and smooth body. Without a bra and a thong smaller than the palm of my hand concealed a small bump between her two model legs... From its large, dark areolas rise large black nipples, the tops of its velvet-skin grapefruits. By lowering the lace triangle she released a big-headed dart. I grabbed her trick to hide it. Wow! It was much bigger than my small 11 cm clit, erected please. That didn’t worry me either because I loved the size gadgets to (make) sodomize myself. My heart was about to leave me and the hum in my ears made me deaf.
Selmi knelt down again and took my gnome. Still sitting glued to the leather back, I flipped my big hips to make it easier for her but also so that she discovered my PUSSY that was burning with envy. She licked my baby like an ice cream. Her saliva had soaked my purses and from there my ring. She lifted my legs to poke my cave with her fleshy tongue. I moaned... She cut short... she didn’t want me to explode but in all the ways with my age and the red (wine) I could have lasted much longer. Once she stood up, she showed me her erectile, “you want her,” she asked tenderly as she approached her to me. His voice was so sweet that I did not hesitate a single second. Like a clumsy teen beginner I stood up on my knees and approached my mouth with his arrow. Its bitter scent had filled my lungs; I grabbed the glans from the tip of my lips and began to suck it gently. It looked like a delicious banana I was slurping between my lips. The further I got to the root, the more I liked it; it filled my mouth and I felt as if I had stuffed my mouth with loukoumis before chewing them gently. It was quite stiff and Selmi’s moaning told me that I was not doing so badly... I sucked her, licked her, masturbated as if to prepare her for the great conquest, for my SHE-beeing conquest. I burned from the inside, I breathed out flames.
I had totally swallowed the clarinet and weighed both balls in my hands when Selmi stopped me back. And always with the same angel voice she asked, “we continue in this sense as you passive or...”