Relentless orgasm Stories

Her cropped copper patch and my beard are both sopping wet with a viscous cocktail of her sweet secretions and my slick saliva. With her pussy splayed wide open, I keep slashing my tongue against her pink flesh where I think her clit used to be. Amid all the thrashing around, I can’t tell where one orgasm ends and the next one begins. “Whew,” she finally exhales. “That was almost tantric.” Later, walking past a tea shop,...