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and then in one smooth motion he moved his hands up the outside of my thighs, hooked onto my panties, leaned back to gently help guide my legs together, and slid the drenched bit of satin and lace—very pretty, of course—down the length of my legs and off my body. “Well, now,” I said, “that was pretty darn smooth.”
    “I’m more than just a pretty face, Ms. Lyall.” I laughed at Randall’s quip. Hot and funny , I thought to myself.
    My laughter trailed off as Randall positioned my legs just as they had been a moment before—spread wide to either side of him—only now sans panties. The cool morning air against my wetness tickled and brought my attention straight back to the desire between my legs. The coolness was short-lived, however, as Randall moved his head back to where he was a moment ago. Hovering right above my pussy with his lips on my barely covered mound, I could feel his hot breath move past my soaked petals with each exhalation.
    “You’re making me crazy, big boy,” I said as I rolled my head back and to the side.
    “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” Randall declared, and proceeded to move himself down ever so slightly.
    The anticipation of Randall laying his tongue on me was consuming me. I was beginning to writhe just from the idea of it. “Yes, Randall. Please.” He didn’t make me wait long, thankfully. A second or two passed that felt like an eternity, and then Randall brought the full width of his tongue down flat on my glistening nub. “God, Randall. Fuck!” I moaned as he slowly moved his whole head in an upward motion, bringing his tongue along with it. He repeated the motion again, but this time starting his ascent from just a little bit lower. Again and again he did this until he had finally worked his way down far enough that he would start his upward trajectory from the very bottom of my delicate folds.
    On his next swipe, Randall changed things up and instead pressed his tongue forward between my slick lips. I had been caught in the rhythm of the first movement, so when the tip of his tongue broke through and started pressuring my opening, it was all I could do to keep from reflexively thrusting the full heft of my lower half right into Randall’s beautiful face.
    Pulling his head back after that first tease of lingual penetration, Randall peeked up at me and marveled, “My god, woman. You taste incredible.” Then he lowered his head again and got straight back to business. This time he didn’t stop with just a hint of pressure, but pressed his tongue into my welcoming tunnel as far as he could, making sure to curl the tip skyward, and then slowly pull it back out. It felt like his tongue got deeper and deeper with each pass into me.
    “Don’t stop, Randall!” I instructed him as I reached down to rub my wonderfully engorged and fully sensitized clitoris while Randall fucked my pussy with his tongue at an increasing pace. His tongue was amazing and reached depths of me that I didn’t think a tongue could get to, but I certainly wasn’t complaining. Randall reached his right hand up to my left breast and began to gently pinch and roll my nipple through my shirt as I brought my left arm over his right and held his head tight to me. The pressure was mounting quickly now and my whole body was beginning its movement to release. As my entire body began to tense up, so went my pussy, clenching ever tighter around Randall’s tongue, which was now probing me so deeply, I wasn’t even sure how it was possible. “Randall! Fuck! I’m going to come! Make me come on your face, Randall!”
    At my last imperative, Randall brought his right hand back away from my breast and planted both of his strong hands firmly on my hips. There was plenty to hang on to, and Randall used all of it to lift my ass just slightly from the bed to get an even better angle at the pussy he was currently ravaging with his magic tongue. I started rubbing my button even more frantically as I closed in on