Bdsm queening chair

I didn't know if she was still watching my naked form or if she was closing her eyes. Now when she rocked forward my tongue was all the way on her perineum. The cover top half of the smotherbox is open while the submissive lies down on his or her back and places his or her head in the box. My cheek bones and eyes were up against her butt cheeks and my nose was positioned just inside her crack. It was a slow, soft journey at first. I extended my tongue and licked my way around the outside of the outer lips.

Her juices began dripping from her into me before I could get my tongue out. I could hear that she had changed over from heavy breathing to moaning. The wetness between her legs was so great now that she was practically sloshing back and forth on me. She had no inhibitions about letting me and people in the next county know what she was feeling. What I did know, however, was that things were beginning to really heat up. She could see this, of course, but this only confirmed for her that I was happy to be beneath her and in no way was a request that she do anything about it.

Face sitting is wonderful but leg cramps, backaches and reduced circulation mean you don't fully enjoy the experience. Of course, this was not just to make me uncomfortable but to allow her the pleasure of anticipation. She was passed the point of caring though, she wanted my tongue inside her and she pressed down with even harder force to make the point. I opened my mouth and my sense of taste confirmed what my sense of smell had already experienced.