Last night--------- (Continued)

Last night --------- (Continued)
I knelt on one knee, trying to part her snow-white legs with my hands, and she cooperated wholeheartedly. I gently traced my lips and nose across her lush pubic hair several times, my chin occasionally brushing against her beautiful, soft mounds, the two large, soft leaves of her vulva lightly brushing against my chin. I could feel the upward throbbing of her hips, trembling and rising, and at the same time, I could feel how much she longed for it. I was also incredibly aroused, wanting to penetrate her mysterious cave and experience her current desire. But I couldn't do that. I wanted her to experience something many women had never experienced, something unforgettable, something that would show her what womanhood truly is!
I stopped, and somehow a glass of water appeared before me. I rinsed my mouth, took a sip, and then, pulling her up with both hands, gently poured the water into her mouth, mouth to mouth. She drank the whole glass, then two more. I knew she was thirsty. Tell me, would you normally let her swallow what's in your mouth? I gently laid her back down on the bed, in the same position. I extended my tongue, tracing its path between her breasts, from bottom to top. Then, naturally, I used my whole tongue, increasing the pressure, a gentle licking, a pressing force, the range of motion expanding. Simultaneously, I sucked up everything that flowed from her vulva, watering the lush grassland above. Then, I parted her breasts with my hands, licking her soft labia with my tongue, moving upwards between the leaves until I reached her clitoris, where I suddenly applied more pressure. Then, I moved downwards, sucking, not missing either side. When she reached the middle, she would try to open the opening, then suddenly stick out her tongue and insert it. This repeated for three minutes, then she would suckle in the very center and try to extend her tongue further, exploring and stirring inside. Her hands never stopped moving, constantly busy in that triangular area. She would gently pull or shake the curled pubic hair, while her other hand worked on the clitoris, gently massaging and pressing. My eyes watched the constantly shifting hands, and my nose repeatedly touched the fingers that were caressing me there. I breathed in her unique scent and aroma. But there wasn't a trace of any unpleasant odor. Otherwise, I wouldn't have done this.
My tongue got tired, so I got up and whispered in her ear that I was going to the bathroom. I gave her a light kiss and then went to the bathroom. I cleaned my hands very carefully, even using hand soap (very important). I sat back down on her right side (note, her right side, this is crucial!). The real show was about to begin.
I moved my hands and ten fingers around. (To be continued)

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