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I was trimming the stray hairs within my beard, looking closely into the mirror after my morning shower. I failed to notice her kneeling behind me. Further, to my surprise and pleasure, a very wet, warm, and flat tongue began firmly and deeply licking up from the back of my swollen freshly shaved and dangling glands, over my smooth wrinkled rear entrance, and up to the very tip of my hairless crack.

I closed my eyes momentarily as she began to focus more on kissing and sucking the tender skin around my puckered hole. In knowing that I was clean after a thorough shave and shower, I deliberately opened myself for her service. My hole relaxed and opened for her. I turned to see her close her pretty eyes and push that enthusiastic tongue into my opening, deeper and deeper. She removed her right hand from my toned butt cheek and then spit into it with that slippery deep throat saliva. She reached between my legs and began to milk that silky spit covered length. She moaned into my opening. Her tongue vibrated into and against my open flesh as my hips writhed in pleasure from such warm and complete stimulation.

I could feel the muscles inside my abdomen begin to burn and spasm as the thick sweet ropes of climax filled the pathways, preparing to make an explosive exit. She too felt the tremors of my soon-to-be orgasm as she ducked between my legs, bent my member down, wrapped her lips around my swollen shaft and pushed two fingers inside me, pressing and kneading my prostate, hard. She swallowed my entire length, and delighted in the stream of my warm thick release inside her throat, continuing to push and massage that glad inside me as she slurped and swallowed me through her insatiable moans and suckles. I leaned atop the counter, trembling from the power of the orgasm, as she grabbed the towel and cleaned me off, like the good little whore queen she was trained to be.

This is how my Queen, began my Sunday morning. In worship, to her appreciative King.  

-ASM

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