I was brought back to planet earth when she blew cigarette smoke into my face. I looked at her, and smiled.
“Was I sleeping?”
“Sort of. I ate you out so good that you were knocked out like a stupid drunk bitch,” she giggled, puffing her cig, savoring the smoke into her lungs.
“For how long?”
“Forty-five minutes.”
“Woah...wow...that’s kind of embarrassing.”
“Not really,” she shrugged. “Happens all the time. It’s flattering and exhilarating for me.”
“For me as well...”
I touched my pussy. I was still ridiculously wet and slippery. My pussy was throbbing, radiating and buzzing. It was then that I came to the realization that the woman had eaten me out for hours. So much that she made me sore, that the throbbing, radiating, buzzing sensation would last for more than just a day.
“You weren’t kidding,” I breathed. “That really was the best cunnilingus session of my life.”
“I’m a woman of my word,” she winked. “And I promise you, you’ll find it difficult to allow just any girl to eat you out. You’ll wish they had a tongue like mine.”
I thought to myself that she was starting to get a big head. Way too cocky. Over-exaggerating. Couldn’t stand people like that. Deep down though, I knew she was right. Kissing other girls and the way other girls went down on me, it just wouldn’t be the same.
I remembered the way she stared at me before we parted. A look that said she knew. She knew that she was right. That I would crave for her, like weed or ecstasy, longing for that high again. A high that I would never feel again. She was wicked that way. She would eat you, ensuring that you will never forget her and always remember her, and then spit you out and abandon you, and move on to her next victim or pray. It was literally a tongue-ridden affair, this game that she played. A game that would end just as quickly as it all began.
At least, for what it was worth, she made the memory of the session last for more than just those couple of hours, but for a lifetime.
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