The Flavor Of Love

Chloe Amour and Alex D lingered after class, bodies still warm from the poses. A glance turned into a kiss. Soon her thighs were open and he was on his knees, licking her with steady, hungry strokes. Each flick drew a soft moan from her throat. He couldn’t wait any longer. He slid in deep, hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm that made her breath hitch. She pushed him back onto the mat, took him in her mouth, and worked him until he spilled across her tongue and lips. Alex lay there, spent and smiling, as Chloe licked the last traces from her fingers.