He Eats Me Like a Sundae
I feel the contrast of a hot mouth and an icy tongue I gasp when I feel it, a viscous liquid spreading over my skin. Is it honey? Syrup? It smells sweet and possibly chocolatey. Since the blindfold blocks all sight, my other senses seem sharper. I feel each drizzle as it moves up my thigh. His thick fingers part the bare lips of my pussy and I feel that same liquid as it drenches my clit. It’s warm, warmer than my core body temperature. The drizzle moves up toward my navel, then I feel the warmth of a little puddle as it fills my belly button. Next, it’s on my nipples. I feel it drip in a circle around each tip. The swipe of a tongue over my clit. “Ah.” The word bursts from …