I'm a man of action. Which means I'm going to spend the afternoon with my mouth on your wet, needy pussy. [M/F] [Cunnilingus] [Immersive POV] [Afternoon Delight]

Some things take time.

Like warming you up.

Because why are you always so cold?

Hm?

I guess that's my problem to cure. With hands first on your hips. Your waist. The curve of your chest. Wrapping around to the small of your back or nape of your neck.

It's afternoon, but I've got time. Nothing but time. So we can kiss and undress. We can roll around. You can let me turn those goosebumps into goosebumps. I can hold you down while I slide your thong off. Toss it aside and replace it with my lips. Lean in good. Honeysuckle and rose. Isn't it funny how I can keep you immobilized with just a finger or my tongue?

I guess that's your burden to bear. The price to pay for having the only organ dedicated to pleasure and nothing else. So it's specialized, you know? We like that. I'm specialized too. In finding every little spot that'll send a shiver down your spine or pull a surprised gasp from your lips.

I could spend a while like this. Fuck the whole afternoon. What else do I gotta do? Nothing as worthwhile as this. Because I know that sometimes it takes time. To build it up. To let it simmer. To ride the edge. And to go right over it. I'm the type that likes a crescendo. And it ain't worth much if there isn't a build, y'know?

Anyway.

I like to hear the way those noises evolve. Moans melting into whines twisting into whimpers as I bring you all the way home.

It's nice, isn't it?

To cum while the sun's still up. To feel those slanted rays warming your bare stomach as my tongue conducts a violin solo on your clit. Precise and unceasing--you know how I am.

And when I'm done--when you're a melted puddle sinking into the sheets--that's when I clamber upwards to tease your other lips. So you can taste yourself on mine. How warm and wet and needy you get. All that for me. This same tongue that was on your clit now tussling with your tastebuds.

Isn't it time for me to fill you up? Now you're warmed up. So I can push this thick thing right against and--

Push right in.

Not quite slide.

It's always a bit of a stretch, eh?

But it feels fucking good. The way you contract and clench around me. Giving just enough space so I can get as deep as I need.

And it comes on hard and heavy--this afternoon delight. Balls pushed against your pussy as my tip throbs inside. All those inches. Filling you up. Hand on your ass. Tongue in your mouth. Building up to my crescendo now.

The sheets are already wet, but this one will make even more of a mess. Pumping. Grunting. All lizard brain as I feel your body sliding against mine.

In and out.

One more time.

There it is.

Pump you full.

Throb.

Convulse.

Sticky cum.

Pouring out.

I like it when it's inside of you.

Always should be.

And how perfect that it's just the afternoon--you have the rest of the day to feel it inside.