It... it Tickles," the young female warrior mumbled as she stroked her hands through her masters long black mane, tangling her fingers into his thick locks, pressing her bare hips closer to his mouth, the warmth of his breath rolled over her as he continued to drive his long tongue over the lower part of her body.

"Ahh," he sighed as he took in a deep breath of the young blonds intoxicating scent, allowing her sweetening aroma to fill his lungs fully. "This truly is your first time doing this," he breathed deeply, allowing his lips to press over her damp opening as he rolled his tattoo covered arms up her lush tanned body, cupping her small cone sized breasts in the palm of his hands, "I...I..." Olivia panted, gliding the tip of her tongue over her lips, "I told you... I was always curious why woman liked men with long tongues," she gasped only to hear him laugh evilly as he pressed into her, causing her to gasp as a sudden white light shot through her mind, forcing her to roll her eyes back into heard, "ugh... yes... yes," she panted.

"I think you know why my sweet," he hissed, just before pulling away from her only to flick the tip of his tongue like a leather strap over her clitoris. "Fu...," Olivia grunted, her teeth grinding across her bottom lip as she glided one of her hands up her body, grasping onto her breasts, her nails lashing over the slight metal jewelry that hung from the tip of her nipples. "I think you knew why even before you asked me to show you," he hissed, draping his lips across her fiery opening, her sweet devouring fluids massing across his lips. "Maybe," Olivia giggled, driving her hips upward as she glided her thighs up over his shoulders, widening herself even more, allowing him to drill the tip of his serpent like tongue even further into her. "But.., I always wanted you to show me first," she panted playfully, feeling him rolling into her once more, "I... I have always had a crush on you Ma... master," Olivia hissed a bit overwhelmed with her sudden confession.

"There is no reason to be shy, for what we are its good to confess at times," her master snarled, draping his lips over her hot velvet opening. "Oh... Oh yes, Master... yes," Olivia howled, as she felt the tip of his tongue striking deeply inside her, pressing just outside the front wall of her cervix, before slowly slithering back across the rear wall and lashing in small rounded circles. "Yes... yes master," she gasped, feelings unlike any other she had felt feathered through her mind as she fell back against the dead leaves on the ground. Blushing, Olivia grew trembled to every flick, every sudden movement of his tongue, panting heavily and whimpering to his every sudden lash of his fleshy whip. "Yesssss, Fuck yes master," she cried, her high-pitched voice echoing through the darkness of the trees as she grazed her long black painted nails across her shoulders, slicing into his firm, taut flesh as he continued his attack on his young vibrant prey.