It was my birthday and my boyfriend wanted to make the whole night about me and my pleasure. I appreciated that very much and planned on enjoying every second of that. He stripped me down and laid me on my back. I knew what was coming next. He knew that having my pussy being licked was my very favorite thing in the world. I knew I was about to have several delightful orgasms and he did not disappoint. I could feel his breath on my pussy before he even laid a finger on me. Then he slowly parted my lips and gave me the most delicate lick.
I could feel my clit stiffen at his touch as he worked his tongue on it and then proceeded to French kiss my pussy. I writhed underneath him, arching my back and pointing my toes as I often do from exquisite pleasure. I just closed my eyes and gave into the pleasure of his mouth exploring me. Playing with my nipples and squeezing my own breasts as he worked his warm, wet tongue up and down my fleshy folds that were growing wetter by the moment. He was good at what he was doing and he knew it. My breath got faster and faster and more and more jagged as I approached my first orgasm.
I cried out in ecstasy as the first one overtook me and I caught my breath, him only pausing for a moment to give me a quick break then he sped up again and made me have a second orgasm. Then he came up to me and kissed me, allowing me to taste myself on his mouth before going back for round number three. He loved to exhaust me with pleasure and I certainly was not going to be complaining about that sort of tiredness. It was a wonderful birthday and I was totally spent from so much arousal and so many orgasms.
