When does size matter?

When you have a five inch tongue.

One look at you and it's clear you're a pussy eater. You like it, you grow your little goatee in preparation for it, and you have the full and sensuous lips of an Italian with a thirst.

I let you look at me for a while, though. I moved slowly around your apartment, looking at your things. You made me a drink, I asked if you had any tattoos. We got high, I went outside for some air, making sure you could see me leaning up against the railing, my black lace dress starting to rise over my very pale ass. You rewarded me with a pinch. A lot of men would have started some caressing there. You were waiting for me to make the move.

So I did. I came dressed like a whore today, knowing what I want, but as we discussed in the kitchen, it's a gift. Free for you and for me. And so I came down to use the bathroom, took off my coat, and now here I am in the bedroom, you see. Ready for you to eat my pussy. I wore no stockings on this winter day precisely for this reason. You have this great chair, right next to your bed. The feng shui of sex.

I arrange myself in your chair, the leather cold on my ass, legs slightly spread in black boots, and wait. You sit on the bed.

"You're such a tease," you say, with that hint of a drawl. "You don't have to tease me, you know. But I like it." I respond obediently, spreading further for you, moving my dress up my legs so you can see my black satin panties, propping my feet on your bed. I begin to play with the outside of my panties. I keep eye contact. "Oh, God. I love watching you play with yourself."

I move the panties aside now, showing you how I like it, spreading the wetness out of the hole and onto my moist clit. "Mm, you're making me hungry. I'm about to get the munchies."

And you roll your stocky little self over, turn your baseball hat backwards and pull me forward in the leather chair. The warmth of your tongue instantly envelops my pussy from top to hole.

Oh wow. "Mm, yeah, baby. Eat my pussy. Oh, god."

They say it's not size, but oh man. You are all over the place. There is nothing tentative about you, using the upper end of it to stroke my clit while you literally fuck my hole with your lower lip. My clit is literally drenched in your warmth. You're hitting everywhere at once, and unlike some boys, I don't have to pull you in. Yeah. Fuck my pussy with your tongue. I love the way it feels. I love how you're so close to my ass but not giving it any attention.

I got my hands on your head and I'm turned on by how slutty this is- a little high, windy afternoon, and you're giving it to me so good without even using your fingers yet. I come once, a torrent of yes, babys and eat mes, and as I start to peak again, you pull back and I call you another name as you ride my tease.

You start to work in more tricks now, beginning with your fingers, which feels so good, while the most incredible angles rain from your tongue and I come again, and again.

I close my legs then, briefly, and I can feel it pulsing, and throbbing. And that's when you show me your tongue. Long, like a snake or a lizard. But big. Flexible.

I think I blush. Even after how slutty I've been. And I'm still wearing all my clothes.

Oh, yeah, you'll play with my tits, even suck on them. Do some great work with your fingers and tongue until I lose count, until I'm making these indescribable noises, lost in myself. You know how to use a girl's panties against her. In fact, as we tangle on the bed, I can barely connect what I saw in your mouth to what's happening to my pussy, so complete is the attention.

But wow. That is some tongue, cowboy.