Lost in the Sauce

The odor, the warmth, stray hairs tickling your nose, salivating. Her hand kindly but firmly holding you close. The way she feels on your tongue, compares to nothing else. You feel your throat straining, but you don't wanna stop, can't stop now. Her soft thighs, tightening around your ears, giving you a little squeeze. The taste changes, texture getting stickier, acrid. Can't resist starting to suckle, can't get enough. You want more, you'd drink her up if you could. Cheeks cramping up, cannot stop. Make it last forever. yum