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and spelled his name. If I tremble one mo’ damn time, I am gonna pass out.  “Hold on baby….fuck….you eating this pussy too damn good I can hardly catch my fucking breath.”
       Just as I said that, he started again, and have the nerve to be looking at me the whole time. Watching him suck on my clit, is about to make the volcanic pussy erupt again. Damn! He flicking his tongue fast with purpose, and determination. Oh damn! He’s starting to shake his head side to side, and up and down. Fuck! My clit is swollen. Shit! There goes his two fingers deep inside Paradise, telling me to come here again. Fuck! I don’t want to cum here again, but he is commanding that I do. Fuck! This pussy can never say no to him. Shit a tongue like his is a gift, and a curse.   
       I have been laying here for a little over an hour, getting my pussy tongued fucked; fingered fucked, sucked, licked, and nibbled on. “Baby I am about to cum again…Oh fuck! Get all my juices, suck on this pussy! Fuuuccckkk!” Twirling my hips on his tongue, like a Professional Jamaican dancer. His hands are scooped under my ass holding me in place while my legs are resting on his shoulders. Damn! all I see is twinkling dots above my head. What kind of shit is this? I am gonna have to stop this shit. I literally feel like my damn head is about to explode. Even when he stop licking and sucking. It still feel like he is. The power of this man’s tongue game is fucking outrageous.
       “You want me to stop babe…let you catch your breath… or should I keep going real slow?”  See what I mean he knows I want him to stop but damn it I don’t want him to stop. “Yes…baby…let me catch my breath.” Fuck! I feel like I have just ran a 5k marathon. “No problem baby. Catch your breath while I run to the bathroom, but keep them legs open just like that till I get back.” I came so damn much, I don’t want to even have sex now. I have squirted all over the damn place. The bed is soaked though; damn near. I really should be putting on my damn clothes. Hell! I gotta hide the pussy from this motherfucka.
       Just as I was sitting up in the bed…damn here he comes again. “Are you trying to get away from me baby?” he asked. “Curtis, you are about to kill a sistah. I already cannot breathe and you trying to do more to me.” Rubbing my hand across my damn throat, and on the other hand, across my chest. It’s like every time I cum, it is equivalent to someone cutting off your oxygen, then giving it back just as you are gasping for air. My damn hair is all over my head, and this beast of a man is standing in front of me; with a chiseled body, and a hard dick that could knock down a fucking building. Looking up at him; biting on my bottom lip, watching him walk closer.
      I feel like I am cemented to the bed. What he is about to do is epic as always. He never does anything any other way. “Come here Jazzi, slide your beautiful body towards the end the bed, and lay on your stomach.” Oh damn! What the fuck is he about to do? I can’t take this man. He makes sure no matter what, he stays a constant reminder in my mind. Burying any thoughts of anyone else who may be lingering around in there. Laying on my stomach, after I scoot to the edge of the bed, I feel him walk up behind me. That fine baby hair on the back of my neck stands up, just because I feel him near me so close.
       I feel his legs separate my legs. He leans on me kissing, and licking my neck. Sending a warm tongue trailing down my spine. Letting the air hit the wet spot that sends chills through my body, has my nipples stand at attention more than ever.  I feel his tongue slide in between my ass. Before he separates my ass cheeks with his hands, and dart his stiff tongue in and out of my asshole. Grinding on his tongue, I feel him kneel down, so my legs can fall on top of his shoulders. Slowly he picks me up, upside down. I grab on to his waist and lock my legs around his neck,