"Am I doing it right?" he murmured, gazing at the beautiful flower formed by the delicate blades of her inner lips and her round, dark pink feminine opening, glistening with his saliva.
"Yee...esss...please continue," she trembled.
Why is he even asking that? Does it matter now? Besides, she hasn’t experienced this before... yet she absolutely loves it! Beauty thought.
Nestled under the neatly trimmed V of her pubic hair, her clitoris peeked out from its hood, a tiny pink button. Spreading her lips again, Bruno extended his tongue and slowly licked from the bottom of her slit to the top, flicking at her clit.
Beauty squealed loudly at the touch.
"Ohhh fuck... yesssss!... Stop!" she giggled.
Bruno stopped and looked into her eyes, puzzled and intrigued.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"Hell no... it’s just that your beard really tickles," she giggled again.
Bruno never intended to stop anyway.
"Okay... then," he replied, lowering his head again.
He slowly licked from bottom to top, then top to bottom, and again. The intoxicating scent of her arousal filled his senses as she leaked from her core, her sweet nectar mingling with his saliva and running down his chin as he continued to pleasure her in earnest.
He had no idea if he was doing it right, but the sounds she made urged him on; he could keep this up all night!
He pressed his lips to hers, sucking in spit and love juices, relishing the taste on his tongue before resuming his motions—up and down, down and up.
"Oooohhhh... yes... baby... oh my fucking... pussy... keep going... yeah... yeah... yeaaah... I am crying, yeah," she urged, her hands seeking his head.
Suddenly, her legs draped over his shoulders as she pressed his face deeper into her slick, soaked center.
As Beauty’s pussy opened more under his tongue, Bruno didn’t hesitate to cup her butt, her thighs now tight around his head.
Beauty’s moans grew softer but more intense as her excitement built.
"Oh yes... yes... suck my cunt... fuck... oh... ahhh... ahhhhh... oh my fucking god, that’s sooooo good!"
He’s a natural!
Bruno responded by stiffening his tongue and thrusting it into her slit, jabbing her clitoris with each upward motion.
Beauty cried out, seizing his head more firmly, guiding him.
Bruno shifted his focus to her clit, licking up and down its sides, his beard grazing her soft, open, and now soaking wet pussy as she squeezed his head, her juices drenching his face!
He was generous with his attentions, and the taste excited him even more.
His shaft grew harder; he could barely restrain himself.
"Aiyee... fuck... fuck... fuck!" she moaned loudly.
He was fully engaged now, his face buried between her thighs, his tongue working her relentlessly.
"Right there... yesss... yessssss... oh baby... oh god... I'm fucking cummmming!" she cried as she lost control, coming all over his face. She pulled him tightly against her, grinding her center into him as her orgasm shook her.
"I... am... cumming... oh... my... oh... my... oh... my."
She panted and trembled uncontrollably.
Pulling away to breathe, Bruno stood and leaned in to plant a wet kiss on her flushed red lips as she moaned and whimpered in pleasure.
He quickly replaced his tongue with two fingers, slipping them deep into her still-pulsing pussy and slowly moving them back and forth as she started to come down from her climax.
He lingered over her lips, his tongue tracing their shape, before moving back to her thighs, firmly sealing his mouth over her clit as he continued to finger her with two, then three fingers.
Beauty hadn’t expected this at all, and the sudden surge of sensation from his fingers massaging her 'G' spot and his lips suctioning her swollen clit sent her spiraling into a second orgasm.
Bruno’s instincts were spot on.
"Oh... ohhh... ohhh... baby... for fuck’s sake, I’m going to die at this point... I’m gonna...!" she wailed as it overwhelmed her.
"Yes... yess... ohhhhh... fuck me... fuck me... fuck!"
She screamed as tears streamed down her cheeks.
Sweet, blissful pleasure.
Bruno pressed his fingers against her pubic bone, fucking her with strong, rhythmic strokes.
Beauty's head rolled from side to side as she thrashed and moaned loudly.
Bruno held her close until her orgasm subsided and she melted into the bed, gasping for air.
Seeing her weak, panting, and eyes closed, he grew concerned.
"Baby... are you okay?" he asked, his worry plain.
"You almost killed me, you idiot," she replied, covering her flushed face.
Bruno was confused by her words, unsure if she meant it.
"Baby... I’m sorry... I didn’t know what I was doing."
Beauty burst into laughter.
"Apologizing for giving me a good time, really? Silly!"
"Oh..." Bruno rubbed his neck, smiling back, pride in his eyes.
Beauty opened her eyes.
"It was the best feeling ever, thanks, baby."
Makes me wonder how many girls he’s done this to? He seemed so experienced, but no man has ever been there with his tongue before... maybe I wouldn’t even know the difference to compare... whatever. I’m satisfied and so, so... happy... I love you, Bruno, Beauty thought.
Then she suddenly giggled and blushed.
"What?"
Bruno asked with a gentle chuckle, her flustered reaction making him smile.