As I part my lips from your soaking wet folds, I study you in an instant.

Your open mouth, escaped whimpers evaporating into the air.

Your breasts lifting and falling with your heavy breath, nipples taut and proud.

The fine down that runs across your soft stomach, every strand capturing the morning light with each twitch of ecstasy.

The beautifully thick patch of hair against my face. It’s scent fuelling my lust.

The glorious sight of your sopping cunt, spread out before me. Blushed and pulsing. Full and aching to be kissed again.

With a grin, with gusto, I oblige.