I am in my favorite position between a woman’s open thighs, sucking and swallowing down every drop of her vaginal juices and refusing to allow her delicious fluids to venture down the crack of her beautiful ass and onto the bed sheets. I wouldn’t have it! I took pride in pleasing her every nerve ending and would be personally insulted if her mind, body, and soul weren’t completely blown away in an overwhelming state of bliss. I would be offended because, as a perfectionist and giver, anything less than an outstanding review would have been a failure. But I often wondered why this was such a weakness when I most often couldn’t say no to a woman who expressed that she wanted to relieve her tensions that way. Why would I fall into a trance when I knew she possessed these tensions that beckoned to me to be released in such an intensely decadent manner?
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