Mixed up with those feelings was a tremendous sexual urge. Before I could say or do anything the tongue pushed its way into my glans and down through my inner tube. I continued to suckle her amazing nipples. Cecilia asked me if I liked what I saw, if I “approved of her “. I could feel her nipples grabbing hold of my nipples, as if they had tiny mouths. She knelt on the floor in front of me and pulled off my shoes and socks speaking to me quietly and soothingly in a low voice. Cecilia’s face was beautifully porcelain coloured, oval shaped and with a long angular nose. I could hear Cecilia gulping loudly at the amount of fluid she was swallowing. “Look at your breasts” Cecilia murmured. She removed my jeans and pulled off my pants. My penis was now a long fleshy staff pressing into her curved belly. Her room was filled with native African artefact, pottery, masks and sculptures.
