After kissing me passionately for a few moments, you pull back, licking your lips. You might want to put your face in the pillow; this isn’t going to be easy,” you tell me. XXX You lean down slowly and lightly run your tongue along my lips, lapping up the remaining juice, as if to taste yourself. You bite down on your lower lip, seemingly savoring the taste. You show how thrilled you are with a soft moan, and plant a taunting kiss on my cheek. The whole time you’re driving me wild (and succeeding), you’re grinding your hips back into my face harder and harder, loving the feeling of my tongue caressing your most sensitive areas.
