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The scent was intoxicating as he slowly lowered his head between her legs, she lay naked, on her fine Egyptian cotton sheets, they were the colour of the sky on a bright summer’s day. He loved the way she smelled. It made his head swim, and his erection grow harder. ”May I have a taste mistress?” The words seemed to quiver as he said them, the anticipation was torture, more than almost anything, and he lived to serve her and her every want, need and lust. All thought of self-seemed to fade when he was serving his mistress in this way; it was a deep primal need for him to taste her moist, cre… Read more