Post Sex Pussy Odour

I love a man to go down on me, the feel of his warm tongue as it laps at my fleshy flaps.  That flick across my pulsating clitoris.  The feel of you sucking me in to your mouth, nibbling my engorged flesh.  I like it, I like it lots, you make me moist as you work your magic on my pudenda.

You bring me to my knees metaphorically as you lick, suck and nibble me in to submission and you make me come, yes you do. Over and over I moisten my lips in readiness for you to penetrate me with your steel hard cock.

I’ve got such a dirty mind, a naughty mind as I feel you switch between tongue and fingers, so precisely bringing me to the edge and tipping me in to the depths of exquisite orgasmus.  I can now smell myself in the air, the whole of the bedroom now takes on my aroma.

Unable to control yourself any more you plunge deep in to my pussy, hands cupping my breasts firmly squeezing, rapidly breathing.  I’m flushed with the hue of sex and remove my flimsy garment making me naked for you.  Eat my flesh, take me…

Your mouth encloses around my nipple as I buck against your thrusts.  I can smell myself on your face as you hover over me.  A kiss planted on my lips livens my senses.  My very essence is delicious, makes me salivate, I smell so good.  Good enough to eat.

As you face hovers above I reach out and lick you lips, tasting that sweet elixir.  My own juices.  I’m so aroused now…

Fuck me…