Hands on knees. Take a deep breath, savor her delectable aroma. Hands glide over smooth skin. Drawn to her flower, fingers parting swollen lips. She shivers at the warm breath. The tongue darts in and out, gently licking between the folds. Hungry for each delicious drop of juice. Moans fill the room as my finger strums her clit. Lips replace fingers, pulling softly as the tongue dances over the button. As my finger reaches the "spot,” she rises up on her elbows. She cups her breasts, arching her back. Each tremor intensifies until the tsunami shakes her to her core.