She worked her way down on me, licking and cleaning me before finally getting to my pussy. Her breath was warm on my thighs. I had managed to clean he... face a little, but all of it was for nothing because she dove her face in between my legs and began eating my pussy. It was covered in the mixture of syrup and butter and cream. Her tongue felt amazing as it slid around my pussy lips, scooping up the excess syrup. She was making loud slurping sounds and even though she had long nails, my skin. I was fascinated and got harder every second.What came next was the best blowjob I ever had - so deep and wet. It took all of my strength to not come right in her mouth. She must have blown me for like 20 or 30 minutes straight when I - quite literally - faced my most life-changing sexual experience. It was the moment when she, still blowing, turned around to get into the 69 position.Before Malee, I never was that much into eating pussy, into hairy pussies and squirting orgasms. While she was. I was in the hospital for three more months this time and the majority of it was spent strapped to the bed. I was given some time up each day to move around so that the muscles did not atrophy on me but I did not care about that. In the time before they released me, they started giving me several anti-depressants that seemed to take me out of my most serious blue funk but it made me a zombie that could not think about anything independent. When I was released, I was taken to the home that. I watched as her chest rose as fell as she breathed deeply, still trying to catch her breath. “Sketch, that was the best sex of my life.” Now free, she climbed on top of me and hugged her body close to mine. With a soft kiss on my lips, she rolled off of me, and gestured for me to spoon close behind her. I kissed the back of her neck and held a breast in my hand as we easily fell asleep together, both of us whispering “I love you” before we drifted off. I sat in class, my mind wandering as it.