I attacked her relentlessly. She convulsed and cried and didn't stop shaking as the seconds passed, on and on, unstopping, more and more all the time. She twisted and shivered and nearly broke my nose, but I didn't move away. No, I clung to her, pushing my face down harder, harder all the time, rubbing up and down ruthlessly while she groaned and twisted and cried out in pure pleasure. I was getting closer and closer to that point myself, my cunt writhing and dribbling hot pussy juice, more and more of it.

"Ohhhhh! God, yes, yes, that's the way, that's the way!" she shouted. The writhing was reaching a new level of intensity. Her cunt seemed to be opening and swallowing me up completely, spreading wider, wider, opening, sucking me inside.

I dropped down into her and my tongue, bruised and worn as it was, still dug inside and didn't lift up. On and on it went, more and more juice pouring down, rushing across my tongue, sliding into my mouth. And I loved that precious elixir. I drank it like my life depended on it. More and more, licking, sucking, on and on.

She erupted what I was sure had to be her last and ultimate wave of ecstasy. The juice rushed into my mouth and bubbled violently. We rocked and twisted and I drank and sucked and ate it all till the pleasure finally eased down and she stopped rocking and rolling under me. I sucked away, pushing my tongue, digging it deep inside, and holding on while her whimpering became quieter and the rocking got less intense.

"Wow… oh wow, that was too much," she sighed. "Too much, Monica… oh yeah… I never felt anything like that with a man… no, never!"

I lifted my head up from her cunt and smiled at her and blew her a kiss.

She whimpered some more and twisted and shook and gasped. Then she was done. The pleasure was subsiding, she was coming down, back to earth finally.