Fulvia's juices poured out in sudden pulses, slicking my face, and I lapped them up greedily, tasting her like nectar, like ambrosia, moaning low in my throat as I sucked every last drop, tongue exploring her trembling pussy, slow now, tender, savoring her flavor.
Her legs fell open limply, her breath ragged, chest heaving, lips parted. She looked utterly wrecked, her face flushed, eyes glassy.
"I… I've never felt anything like this before…" Fulvia whispered breathlessly, her voice trembling with a mixture of shock and sultry delight. A shudder rippled through her body as she leaned back against the cushions, her legs quivering, her breath shallow. The climax had hit her like a crashing wave, leaving her disoriented, vulnerable, and glowing with post-pleasure warmth. Her mind, once so guarded and composed, now unraveled in a haze of ecstasy, undone by the intimacy of lips and tongue against the most sensitive parts of her.
