You get back to work with your tongue at an accelerated pace. The little pink muscle dances everywhere it can inside her sloppy, wet sex, and the demoness begins to gyrate on top of you as her moans increase in frequency and intensity. Minute by minute she gets hotter and hotter until she stops her gyrations and glances over her shoulder.
“You’re very good at this Deirdra. I think you’ve had practice. Now let’s see how you manage that tongue of yours while you work on my tight, demonic rosebud.”
That said, she leans forward a small distance and you spread her juicy cheeks desperately, like a starving woman searching for her only hope of survival. Her asshole appears and puckers slightly. With your tongue still in her pussy, you lean forward and deeply inhale, your nostrils mere centimeters away from her anus. The smell is rich and earthy, not unpleasant, presumably because the demon doesn’t have to eat. You sniff again, an addict getting the fix, and although she smirks at how desperately you need her, she tells you to get busy.
You don’t need to be told twice. You pull your tongue out of her sex and give her rectum a long, slow lick. The taste is beyond description. It’s cinnamon and honey and complete paradise. Savoring the flavor, you begin drawing circles with your tongue, around the rim her heavenly asshole. Around and around, you eventually have her anal entrance slick and ready. Tired of your teasing, she reaches back and grabs your head, pushing you into her ass as she sits back.
“Mmmmm... get in there!” she pleads.
You happily oblige and plunge your tongue as deeply into her ass as you can. She moves slowly, up and down, building a rhythm, so that you find yourself tongue-fucking her ass, thrusting and probing in and out, over and over. Her moans become deeper, less like a human and more like a sex demon, and you realize with no stimulation other than the ass all over your face, you’re moaning too.
Minutes pass with the demon bouncing on your tongue ever faster, and her separate moans melt into one long, continuous hum. You know she’s approaching climax, at long last. Desperate for final release, she leans back again, and your tongue snakes its way into her lower lips once more. |