He: Your mouth. Your mouth becomes a surrogate pussy that catapults me into a spasm of moans. Your cunning tongue flicks at the head of my dick expertly, but you won't let me cum, there. 'Not, yet,' you say and stand up. I notice a single bead of moisture tracing down your leg. You grip my ass and pull our pelvises together. My cock is crying out for release, but you are in full-blown dominatrix mode – no semen sprays just yet. We kiss desperately. You grope my cock, ass, inner thighs and swivel around to present a back door view of the prize...
She: Our mouths, our sex, align perfectly. No bending, twisting, adjusting to make the parts fit. The sensation of sexual symmetry is exquisite. I languish in your mouth -- soft and creamy -- our tongues tussling to the rhythm of our undulating hips. First slow and hypnotic, then fast and frenzied. I grab your ass violently for fear you may try to pull away... and you do. You tear yourself away from me and then throw your face between my quivering legs, burying your face in my swollen pussy. Your tongue massages my clit with professional expertise. The clit I discovered at 13 and, over which have absolute control, has a new master. I'm helpless as you deftly draw out the prize. I grab your soft locks, unsympathetic to any pain my pulling may cause....
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