Your hand cups my pussy, giving it a squeeze, as you lean slightly downwards and our mouths meet in a long probing saliva-mingling kiss. XXX Then you really shake my composure, because you ask in just the same tone of voice, perhaps then I have a girlfriend? You eat my pussy, your tongue now lapping and probing around my clitoris, and your finger gently but persistently pressing at the base of my pudenda. … Lying there, half beside me and half above me, you arch an eyebrow interrogatively, and ask just a single word, so loaded with meaning and possibility:
‘Yes?’
I wet my lips, but really need no time for thought. I luxuriate in the sensation of being undressed with sexual desire, for such a thing has never happened to me before. You look at me with warm affection, and I bask in your approval as you whisper your thanks and then kiss me, slowly, deeply, exchanging saliva and swirling tongues in a long and very arousing French
