Your clitoral lust button  switched on by the flicking motion  and being pressed down upon  by the swaying motion  and the teasing actions  from my tantalizing tongue You are dripping wet with widespread legs as I kneel before you pushing you over  the orgasmic edge   like a tumbling barrel  going over the churning  white foaming currents  of the rushing rapids of your own inner private  imaginary Niagra Falls Your beauti...