I remember I kissed you hot delicious lips and made them shiver of pleasure. Your skin tingled and shivered raced across you abdomen. You nipples hardened into a semblance of pink rocks.

Slowly I spread the lips of your vulva to visually enjoy each tiny folder each crease, and each wrinkle of your moistened softness.

I moved my mouth closer, at first for a kiss, a warm passionate kiss. I felt your hips shifted to push you higher to meet my eagerly mouth. The musky fragrance of your juices filled my nostrils and I could hardly contain the pleasure it gave me.

Then I explored further, slowly began to toy the full length of your slit with my extended tongue. Started low at the opening of your love, I glided my tongue slowly over the opening, through the crease of your smooth inner lips, and up over your button. Repeated this several times, and I felt your hips rose eagerly to meet my mouth. Daringly started lower and lower each stroke, gradually lingered longer at your button, I worked back and forth enjoyed every movement of your pleasure. Then, paused at the entrance of you inner cave, I inserted my tongue as far as it went. Warm juice pasted to my tongue and I eagerly sucked in every drop. Placed my hands on your hips and pressed my mouth harder and tighter to your lips.

That is what I remember. Just a soft and little kiss