Your tongue dances across the damp triangle of lace.
Sampling the honey seeping from my soul.
Hot, wet, and sticky, the lace clings to my folds.
Your tongue traces into me, confined by the lace.
My hips buck upward, needing the penetration.
Your mouth is bathed in my flavor
As I press it wildly against you.
Your tongue darts out,
Punishing my clit through the lace.
Lighting soars through my body,
As your teeth connect,
Around the hard, lace covered, bud,
You are sucking into your mouth.
A flood of juices flows from me,
Soaking through the lace,
And into your mouth.
My pussy aches to be filled,
As my body tingles from the orgasm.
My mind feeds on the naughty sounds,
Of you sucking my juices from the lace.
Wanting so badly to feel the sweet release
Provided by your cock.
Knowing it will be worth the wait.