I want to BE the dessert.
[Content: Short self insert drabble, cunnil oral f receiving, body hair, body worship, praise klnk]
When you get between my legs and you're drooling and desperate for a taste, begging me to let you start your feast. You're inhaling my scent, nuzzling my hair down there, using your fingers to comb through the curtain and pry open the doors to where your meal awaits. The juices are already dripping and you haven't even started yet. My hand stroking your hair soothes you and you look up at me, what a sweet sight you are between my thighs. I finally give you the go ahead and you dive in eagerly like a predator suddenly unchained. It's no food eating contest though, you slow down to savor me, you moan at the taste and how much you love this dessert, crave it, need it. How sweet I am to let you have it, to let you unwind me so. Every time you come up for air it's to shower me with praise.
"You taste so good. Like sweet wine."
"I love how your body responds to me, like it was made for me."
"You're perfect all laid out like this, all for me."
"Cum for me again sweetheart you can do it, I need to drink more of that sweet cream. There you go, good girl. Fuck, tastes so good."
After you've finally had your fill of eating, or you've forced me to tap out when I'm a shaking twitching crying mess, you give my body a small break. You patiently watch for when my nerves have started to settle. Your hand clasping mine to ground me as I come back down. Then your tongue returns to my core but this time it's to gently and thoroughly lick your plate clean. Your reward for your hard work, and you love it. Not a drop of my cum goes to waste, you make sure you get to finish lapping it all up.
You did such a good job, what a good darling you are for me. I love that my pleasure was also your pleasure. I love that about you.
