Newest Blog: ALL ABOUT SATIN couldn¡¦t even speak. As high as she was, she could feel every nuance of Coyote¡¦s mouth between her legs, almost feel the expressions on his face as his tongue slipped and slid over her lubricious flesh. She had worried that he might find her dirty or distasteful. She had heard stories about that. But instead she felt his dizzying male hunger and appreciation of her as he actually seemed to worship her pussy and by extension her whole body. He reached up and took her hand in his to reassure her, to tell her he was there, and she held his hand, feeling his lust and his almost violent joy in the pleasure of her sex. She had never felt so achingly feminine and womanly before, like a goddess of sex, beautiful, radiant, and alive.
