It’s not that I like the taste. The slightly musky taste generated by the heat between us. Your anticipation of my obedience to your command. I can feel the heat building between my own legs. In my clenched crack.
It’s not the touch of your firm cheeks that I spread with my hands.
It’s not the tiny bumping along the pink rim as my tongue slowly tickles it.
Nor the back splash from my own hot breath.
The reason I enjoy licking your ass, My Mistress, is that it makes you squirm in such a delightful way, and moan such music to my ears, and express your want for me so wantonly.
rushmorejudd 