My romp with Salim Ahmad 2

I could feel the blood racing to my entire pubic area, making it hotter and even more sensitive. Fingers slid in and out of my pussy, reaching farther than I thought possible, just to be pulled back out and then plunged back in, creating an exquisite rhythm with the beats of my heart and the breath in my chest. Dancing madly to the rhythm was a tongue so talented, it alone took my breath away. He moved in such a way, I thought briefly that surely he must be a part of a wild dream. With every plunge, lick, suck, nibble, rub, push, and dart, I felt my body quiver, jolt and respond to him without my permission or my control. My body was his as he brought me to a shuddering, explosive, convulsive and nearly mind -blowing orgasm. I wrapped my fingers around his curls and dug my nails into his scalp, throwing my hips into his face only to jerk them back, pushing them into the cushion of the bed and then upward again. My groans had long since been replaced by animalistic screams of disbelieving ecstasy, which I would feel for days each time I spoke a word.