This morning I went shopping. There was a lad next to the gate at the shop, handing a nice flower to every lady who entered. He gave me this flower - which I brought home. Seeing it, hubby said: "alright, now you've got a flower; here's what you'll get from me!" He gave me this, and then this. I love sitting on his face, pressing my pubis against his nose and my butt cheeks around his chin. I love his tongue slapping my clit, smacking my labia and entering my pussy. I usually cum on his face. What goes for the goose is good for the gander. So after we fucked, and sucked, and licked and sucked some more, he wants we reverse roles. Licking a man's ass is quite a unique experience. Firstly because it's not 'a' man's but MY man's - big difference!! And it tastes like skin, ass skin. Those annoying hairs, let's ignore them - unless I catch one between my teeth. This is why I keep my lips so tight when kissing. Can you see how I spread his buttocks? As a gay man he is, all the sperm load that he jerked over my tummy awaits for his tongue to lick, his mouth to slurp and his will to ingest. Today I wish none, because I already had my piece of his ass, right on my lips