Blonde Ambition: A Mouthful of Dreams

I was not to be so easily taken down. Jenni got up and spoke. XXX “My God, it’s the bloody Dog!!” I couldn’t do or say anything; Jenni had made sure of that by placing her cunt right over my mouth. Time is usually the governing factor, but when it is not a major contributor of boundaries and nothing else is there to prevent total immersion, anything can, and often does happen. I set to on her cunt with my tongue and quickly became immersed in bringing her to a climax. If it can be thought, then why not experience it, even if it is to say; “that is not for me.” We have but the one life, no rehearsal, so why deny ourselves the experience?