I couldn't tell for how long I continued to eat Fay out.
Immersed in her pleasure, I just continued to pry her insides with my tongue, always on alert in regards to both her body and her soul to judge whether I was doing a good job or not.
It wasn't that it didn't feel good for me. Just the ability to provide Fay with as much pleasure as I sensed in her soul was enough to fill both my body and my mind with happiness.
Eating her out, as gross as it might be to some, simply made me feel fulfilled, complete as a man.
Still, it wasn't all that long, at least in my perception, before Fay started to shift uncomfortably. Her breathing grew unsteady while her chest started to tremble whenever she inhaled, making up for one hell of an exciting show for me.
Before I could get enough of teasing her, though, before every single, tiniest bit of her clitoris was covered in high enough layers of my kisses, Fay slumped down and brought her hands to my face.
