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"If your face isn't dripping in my juice a few minutes in, you're not doing it right," she tells me. "If I'm not shrieking with pleasure halfway through, I'll use extra motivation. Get me?" I mumble something forgettable. It's hard to do more, verbally. I'm a little busy. Sissa's got me strapped into one of her new femdom contraptions. Either I'm hungrier than usual for pussy, or I was ravenous for kinky punishment. There's something about being in bondaged oral servitude to a beautiful, lustful woman that turns me on like nothing else can. It doesn't hurt that she tastes amazing or that, excuse my Spanish, me encanta ir abajo en mi amor, mi dama... mi diosa. I've heard from other sources that daintiness has no place in cunnilingus. Surely that's even more true in our weekly practice sessions. Bondage Queening 101. I'm going berserk down below. This ought to be part of the core curriculum for my doctorate... Me, kneeling naked, blindfolded. My hands, cuffed behind me. My face, locked into position to service her pussy. I think I'm doing something right... She's moaning loudly now. Her fingers entangle in my hair, her fingernails dig into my scalp, then go still, then dig in again. She drags in a breath. I doubt I'm anywhere near the best at pleasuring a goddess. You can bet I aim to become far better...

We're nearly there, I think.

Butterfly by Crazy Town... Come, my lady...