Her Tongue on My Pussy Again

The second I stepped into the dimly lit massage studio, my pulse spiked. Elena stood there in a short white uniform that hugged her full tits and barely covered her juicy ass, her dark hair tied back, eyes locking on mine with that same hungry look from three years ago. We’d been wild lovers once—fucking every chance we got—until life pulled us apart. Now she was my masseuse for the afternoon, and the air crackled with unfinished business.

“Alex,” she said, voice low and teasing, closing the door behind me. “Long time. You booked the full hour? Or just came to see if I still remember how you like it?”

I swallowed, already half-hard under my towel. “I didn’t know it was you until I saw the name on the schedule. Fuck, Elena… you look even better.”

She smirked, stepping close enough that I smelled her familiar citrus perfume mixed with something warmer, muskier. Her fingers brushed my chest as she guided me to the table. “Lie down. Face up first. Let’s see if that cock of yours still twitches when I touch you.”

The explicit heat hit fast. I dropped the towel and stretched out naked, my dick already thickening against my stomach. Elena’s hands started on my shoulders, slick with warm oil, but her eyes kept dropping to my cock. Within minutes her palms slid lower, grazing my hips, teasing the base of my shaft until I groaned.

“Still so fucking eager,” she whispered, licking her lips. “I missed this cock. But you know what I missed more?”

She didn’t wait for an answer. Elena peeled off her uniform top, letting her heavy tits bounce free, nipples hard. Then she pushed my thighs apart, climbed between them, and dropped her face right to my balls. Her hot tongue dragged up the underside of my dick in one long, wet stroke.

“God, Elena… yes,” I hissed, fingers tangling in her hair.

She laughed softly against my skin, breath tickling. “Not yet, baby. I want something first.” With that she stood, stripped the rest of her clothes, and climbed onto the table, straddling my chest backward. Her shaved pussy hovered inches above my mouth, already glistening, lips puffy and slick. The scent of her arousal flooded me—sweet, tangy, addictive.

“Pussy licking is still your specialty, right?” she purred, lowering herself until her wet folds pressed against my lips. “Show me. Eat me like you used to.”

I grabbed her firm ass with both hands and dove in. My tongue parted her slippery pussy lips, licking deep from clit to entrance in slow, hungry strokes. She tasted exactly like I remembered—hot, juicy, perfect. Elena moaned loud, grinding down on my face, her slickness coating my chin.

“Oh fuck, Alex… just like that. Lick my clit, baby. Suck it.”

I obeyed, wrapping my lips around her swollen clit and flicking it fast with the tip of my tongue while two fingers slid into her tight cunt. She was dripping, walls clenching around me, juices running down my wrist. The wet sounds of my mouth devouring her pussy filled the room—obscene, filthy, perfect.

“Yes… eat that pussy. Deeper. Fuck, I’m gonna cum already,” she gasped, riding my face harder. Her thighs trembled against my ears. I sucked harder, tongue lashing her clit in rapid circles, fingers pumping in and out of her soaked hole. Elena’s moans turned into sharp cries as her orgasm hit. Her pussy spasmed, flooding my mouth with fresh, sweet cum. I kept licking through it, drinking every drop, my own cock throbbing untouched and leaking pre-cum onto my abs.

When she stopped shaking, Elena slid off my face, eyes wild, lips parted. “Your turn. But I want you inside me while I taste you.”

She spun around, swung a leg over, and sank down onto my aching cock in one smooth motion. We both groaned as her tight, creamy pussy swallowed every inch. “So big… still stretches me so good,” she panted, rolling her hips.

I thrust up into her, gripping her waist, watching her tits bounce. The massage table creaked under us. After a few deep, wet strokes she leaned forward, lifted off my dick with a filthy pop, and crawled down between my legs again. Her tongue immediately attacked my shaft, licking her own pussy juice off every vein.

“Mmm, love how my cunt tastes on your cock,” she murmured before taking me deep. Her lips stretched wide around my thickness, throat relaxing as she deepthroated me in long, sloppy strokes. Saliva dripped down my balls. I reached for her head, guiding her rhythm while she moaned around my dick.

But she wasn’t done with her favorite thing. Elena pulled off with a gasp, strings of spit connecting her lips to my cockhead. “I need your mouth on me again. Sixty-nine. Now.”

We flipped positions fast. She straddled my face once more while her mouth dove back onto my cock. This time I attacked her pussy with pure hunger—long, flat licks from clit to asshole and back, sucking her labia, tongue-fucking her dripping hole. The studio filled with wet slurping, gagging, and muffled moans. Her juices coated my nose, my cheeks; I could barely breathe and I didn’t care.

“Fuck, Alex, don’t stop licking my pussy… I’m close again,” she whined around my dick, hips bucking wildly. I spanked her ass hard, the sound cracking through the room, then sealed my mouth over her clit and sucked rhythmically. Elena screamed, her second orgasm crashing through her. Her pussy gushed against my tongue, thighs clamping my head as she shook.

The feeling pushed me over. “Gonna cum,” I growled into her folds.

She pulled off my cock just in time, stroking me fast with her slick hand. “Cum on my tits, baby. Give it to me.”

Thick ropes of cum erupted across her bouncing breasts and neck as I kept licking her through the aftershocks. She milked every drop, then collapsed beside me on the narrow table, both of us panting, sweaty, and grinning.

Elena traced a finger through the mess on her chest and brought it to my lips. “Still the best pussy licker I’ve ever had. Same time next week?”

I laughed, pulling her close, tasting myself and her together. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily again.”