You rolled onto your back to give me better access, and soon my tongue was deep in your pussy, working its way slowly up your slit towards the top. I...flicked my tongue across your clit, eliciting a throaty moan of pleasure from you, and then began licking your inner lips, making them swell before sucking them gently in and out of my mouth, alternating between the right and the left, sucking gently to increase blood flow. Soon they were engorged, and so sensitive that just blowing on them made. Maybe she likes to bath in cum, or loves the taste. Whatever it is, I'm under her power and I need to make cum for her.That's the basic idea. I don't know how that sounds to you or anything, probably nuts, but I'm curious. What do you think? If you're still reading, thanks again, and have a great day! :)PrologueA lot of men can't get enough sex. The burning, yearning, desire in their loins to procreate. The sexual drive is probably the most basic of urges throughout the known Universe. When. On closing the door you turn and grab hold of me pushing me up against the wall, kissing me hard on the lips, while my hand massages your breast through your blouse, I can feel the already hardening nipples through the material. Pulling the shirt up, you lift your bra out the way, so that I can bend my head to suckle on your hard buds, running my tongue hungrily over the surface feeling the bullets beneath my lips, nibbling at each of the hardened centres you groan softly as I tweak a nipple. It was not anywhere near the best food he consumed, but at least it was something. He knew some more money would be on his books soon so he could hit up the commissary and get some more decent edibles. When he took his tray to the front, he noticed an unfamiliar face. He figured he should be kind.“Yo! Wassup! I’m Damon. What yo name,” he inquired.“Hi! I’m Tony,” replied the six-foot tall dark-brown man.“Dat’s wassup. You just got here and shit or sum?”“Yeah! Today,” the wide-hipped flat-chested.