Intimate Escapades: eating tongue

Outdoors at twilight, eating tongue paints her naked against nature. Fireflies dance as she lies back on soft grass in eating tongue, legs falling open like an offering. The cooling air kisses her heated skin while her fingers work magic in eating tongue. Every rustle of leaves accompanies her rising moans in eating tongue. She uses both hands now—one teasing her nipples to stiff peaks, the other plunging deep—and eating tongue drinks in every second. The sky darkens above her as pleasure crests in eating tongue, her back bowing off the ground in a silent scream that becomes the loudest moment in all of eating tongue. When she finally stills in eating tongue, stars reflect in her eyes, and you’re left worshipping the goddess that eating tongue revealed.