I'm revelling in her kisses when I feel a hot wetness on my fingers.  Moving then I can feel the lips of her vulva on my fingers.  As I wriggle them, her juices seem to drip onto the tips and I'm all too aware of how much she has aroused herself.  How much she has enjoyed playing with herself while I watched.  How she has taken pleasure from flaunting herself.<br/><br/>As her kisses move lower I throw my head back, eyes closed, writhing from the pleasure of the torment she is causing, straining, silently willing her to go lower, to take me.  When she does, my shaft involuntarily twitches and jerks itself towards my stomach, as I relish her tongue lapping the tip.  Then as quickly she is gone, leaving me panting, wanting more.