Heart to Heart

It was the quiet of dawn, the first light breaking as dimly her mind followed suit. Recollection of more than the moment came difficult, yet inevitable as slowly she awoke from the edges of slumber. Her body however, tingled with excitement, her loins abuzz with wet sensation, and the trace of triplicate tongues lavishing her in warm wetness. Ever so slowly they worked her over, her body writhing and humping to the rhythm of each warm, wet lash.

All along her eager erectness the heated organs swept leaving her to shiver in abject delight, one tongue upward working, as a light gasp slipped from her lips, the most lady-like sound she’d ever made in her life,