I'd done this before.
In my old life, I'd gone down on plenty of women. Knew the mechanics. Knew the rhythm. Knew how to read the body language, the sounds, the way thighs trembled when you hit the right spot.
But the moment my tongue made contact with Naomi's pussy, my brain short-circuited.
Holy shit.
It was like tasting a Cinnabon for the first time. I was nine years old at the mall, sitting on the food court bench with my mom, and she'd bought me this massive cinnamon roll dripping with frosting. I'd taken one bite and immediately understood why people developed food addictions. That perfect combination of sweet and warm and more.
This was that. But sexual. And way, way better.
My fat-ass body would of course compare pussy to pastries. I let it slide because damn.
