Now all I see are surfaces. Places where I could set her ass down, kneel in front of her, and get my tongue between those thighs. I’m obsessed with eating her out. And I’ve never even gotten the opportunity. Yet I’ve thought about it day and night for the last two months. Spreading her legs open and spitting on it, rubbing my face against all that softness, and gobbling her up like dessert. I swear to God, I wouldn’t even ask to fuck her. I wouldn’t dare be that greedy. I could die happy if she just let me kiss and lap at her cunt while she squirms around and pulls my hair.
