II. Enjoying the Juices

::(1)::
Jolanda withdrew her head, swallowing my load
sighing:"Oh God, how I just love that flavour."
She touched her mound where juices flowed
adding:"Would you like to return a favour."
She saw my bewilderment and smiling she crew:
"Don't worry, I'll show you where the eating's going down.
Just kneel down here, and let me guide you through.
You'll soon learn where a woman's trigger can be found."
Jolanda eased her body forward, placing her bum
over the edge of the seat, then she hooked her knees
around the armrests and whispered softly:"Come,
run your tongue along my furrow, wont you, please."
So with one tender buttock in each shaking hand
just like a pilgrim I waded into the promised land.

::(2)::
Jolanda rolled her hips and my groping hands followed
then she pressed my face into her velvetlike folds
urging me to press my tongue into her juicy hollow.
The exiting, musky taste made me shiver as in colds.
Then she directed my tongue and lips towards
that hidden little bud that makes the pleasure rise.
I felt her muscles tightening, her tendons go like cords
as she started fondling her breasts, exhaling small cries.
Her hands braided themselves into my sweaty hair
while she smeared her creamy cunt into my face.
Her whole crotch was oozing musky juices, I swear
and her rotating pelvis was quickening it's pace.
I put two fingers to her spincter muscle, squeezing them past
as Jolanda orgasmed she bellowed:"God,you're learning fast."

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