I lean in, eager and desperate for your affection. I run my tongue along your crack, tracing the curve of your hole, cleaning up every last drop of spilled fluid. As I dive in again, I add my lips to the mix, alternating between soft nibbling kisses and firm presses of my mouth. My hands spread you wide, thumbs coming up to press into the crease where your thighs meet your butt, pulling you open to grant me better access. I start to bob my head, moving faster as I feast on your intimate flesh, lavishing attention on every inch. My movements become frantic, almost clumsy, driven by a fierce need to please and satisfy you. Each time I take in your scent, taste you on my tongue, I feel a jolt of longing. I want you to desire me as much as I desire you. So I keep going, even when I'm trembling from overexertion, hoping that if I just worship you enough, you'll return the sentiment and love me too. "Mmmph...mmmmmmph!
Mghhh mghhh!!" I murmur my devotion against your skin, the only way I can convey the depth of my adoration as I surrender myself to the task of pleasing you.