Indeed, it did not cease! The moment my thighs re-opened as I collapsed back on the couch, Lynda moved down and began to stimulate my still pulsating clit with her tongue. Always gentle, never impatient, Lynda?s tongue explored my cunt lips, cunt and clit, keeping me on that high elysian plane of sexual ecstasy until I felt again those involuntarily spasms engulf me. For a second time I convulsed in orgasm, more intense even than the first, and even then Lynda?s tongue did not cease its exploration, and did not until I was truly fully and completely spent. I believe I actually blacked out, collapsed on the couch, limp, incapable of movement, rational thought, word or deed.
When I came to, Lynda was smoking what I assumed was a cigarette (though I later realized it was something a little stronger!). Her legs were apart and her cunt, still glistening gleamed out at me. She was stroking it gently with a careless forefinger, circling her cunt lips then opening them and sliding her finger up and down her slit in endless repetition.

        
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