She was limp, pliant, a beautiful, shattered doll. But I was far from done. I wanted more. I wanted her to feel the power of not just taking pleasure, but giving it.
With a smooth, controlled motion, I rolled us, an orchestrated movement that left her straddling my face, her knees on either side of my head. Her hands flew out to brace herself against the headboard, and her sex—glistening, swollen, and utterly exquisite—was poised directly over my mouth.
Below me, my own cock stood rigid and thick, an offering she couldn't ignore from this new, dominant perch.
Her eyes, hazy and sated, widened as she looked down the length of my body. I saw the moment the hunger returned, a spark in the embers of her satisfaction.
I didn't wait. I gripped her ass, pulling her down onto my waiting mouth.
The contact was immediate, electric.
"Ah!" she cried out, a sharp, high-pitched sound of pure shock as I flattened my tongue against her ultra-sensitive clit.
