Rosé and Relentless Passion

Your face dips between my thighs, and the first swipe of your tongue across my clit sends a shockwave of pleasure through me, my body arching off the table. You lick with slow, deliberate strokes, savoring me, then close your lips around my clit, sucking gently before flicking your tongue in a rhythm that makes my toes curl. Your fingers keep moving inside me, curling against my G-spot, while your tongue works my clit with relentless precision, alternating between soft laps and firm, circling pressure. My hips grind against your face, chasing the pleasure, needing you to consume every part of me.

I collapse back onto the table, your hands hooking under my knees, spreading me wide open, my body completely exposed to you. I’m yours – utterly, shamelessly yours. You suck my folds, tongue dipping into my entrance, tasting the flood of my arousal before returning to my clit. When you suck harder, fingers pumping faster, curling deeper, the pleasure builds to a breaking point. I grab my breasts, pinching my nipples hard as the orgasm crashes over me, my body convulsing, thighs trembling against your face. You don’t stop, licking me through the aftershocks, my juices coating your chin, your tongue relentless until I’m a quivering mess.

Finally, you ease up, standing and circling the table. I scoot forward, letting my head hang off the edge, my lips parted, ready for you. Your fingers trace my sweat-damp skin, grazing my lips, and I suck them clean, tasting myself before you replace them with your cock, harder than ever. You drag the tip across my face, teasing, until I crane my neck to lick your balls, sucking them gently, loving the way your groan rumbles above me. Then you give me what I crave, sliding past my lips, filling my mouth as I hang there, open and eager. Your hands grip my breasts, squeezing hard, thumbs flicking my nipples as you thrust, slow at first, then deeper, stretching my throat with each push.

The angle is perfect, your cock sliding deep, my lips stretched tight around you, saliva pooling as you fuck my face with steady, deliberate thrusts. My hands grip the table’s edge, anchoring me as you drive in, each thrust a delicious challenge, my breath catching in sweet, desperate gasps. I want to drown in you, to be claimed by every inch. Your cock swells, throbbing against my tongue, and I know you’re close. You pull back slightly, letting me focus on the head, sucking hard, my tongue swirling as you thrust shallow and fast. When you come, it’s a flood – hot, thick spurts filling my mouth, coating my tongue with the salty heat of your release.

I hold you there, tongue teasing your sensitive tip, letting you feel the warmth of your cum still pooling in my mouth before I swallow it all, slow and deliberate, a wicked smile curving my lips as I savor every drop.

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