The Picnic
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He kisses to my navel and makes it his own, and then on to my mound, softly furred and wet with need. His hands cup my breasts as his tongue finds my clit. The pleasure is all-encompassing - I close my eyes and moan as loudly as I like. Only the ants can hear.
My legs are over his shoulders; his face is buried deep in my pussy and I am in heaven. His tongue is everywhere at once and his mouth covers my vulva, sucking and caressing and licking.













