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Joi was seeing stars. Literally, she was. Her head was spinning, too. Her whole body had just locked up like Master and her muscles were slowly starting to relax. She was coming down off a huge orgasm. It was the Fourth of July. Joi and her fiancé Omari were supposed to be going over to a friend's house for a barbeque. No chance of that happening now. Joi and Omari had their own fireworks going off.

Omari had come home from work that morning to the sight of Joi bent over on his bed doggy-style with her head and shoulders under the covers. Omari dropped his backpack and drove his face into her booty. He gave her the licking of her life and Joi exploded all over his face, hence her present condition.

It wasn't too long ago that Omari had asked Joi to marry him and they decided to move in together. They had been dating for almost a year. If for some unknown reason they would break up, Omari had Joi totally ruined for any other man. The bar was set super high. Omari dotted after Joi and provided for her every need, physically, emotionally, and even financially. He had a great job working for the city and he owned his own townhouse in Bedford Stuyvesant, Brooklyn, New York. Joi had just moved to the area and was working for a telecommunications company. She was also going to school. They had met on Facebook one night while Joi was bored and surfing. She was looking for a friend on there and came across Omari's page. She accidentally liked a picture on his page and he soon messaged her. Joi didn't feel like trying to explain how she ended up liking his picture so she tried to end the conversation. However, Omari's persistence and personality won her over.

Omari really wasn't her type physically so Joi never understood her eventual attraction to him. Omari was cute instead of handsome. He had a lighter, caramel colored complexion. He wasn't tall; he was maybe 5'9. He was somewhat chunky with more of a stocky build. He had wide shoulders and big muscular arms and a slight six-pack stomach. Joi went for mostly taller, thinner men. And she liked dreads. Omari had the classic, low-cut Caesar hairstyle. Also, Omari wasn't what Joi considered well-endowed. He had a thick, curved seven inch dick with a fat mushroom head. He could use what he had though, as Joi would find out. But the treasure that Joi discovered about Omari that would turn her out was the man's hurricane tongue and his love of using it. Talk about a fetish. Once Omari put that thang on her, it was a wrap. Joi was 28 years old. She had done some things in college; experimented with women, some group sex, visited some swinger clubs. She loved toys and had plenty. She considered herself "experienced" in the bedroom. However, she wasn't ready for what Omari laid on her.

Joi always thought that men played lip-service to cunnigulus. They said what they thought a woman needed to hear to get the woman in bed. Once they did, either they weren't good at it or wouldn't do it at all. They thought their dicks could do the work. Most of the time, this wasn't true either. Omari never boasted about his oral prowess. While they talked before actually meeting in person, sex was rarely mentioned. He got to know her well and was a great conservationist. When they did meet in person, he was very soft-spoken when they eventually started talking about sex. However, Joi noticed this naughty twinkle in his eye and it warmed her loins. Sex was very important to her so she had to be sure her time wasn't being wasted. But she couldn't deny that the chemistry was there and she was very curious about Omari and what he could do in bed.

After about a month of talking and a few dates, Joi came over to Omari's house for dinner. She discovered that the man could cook and he kept a neat place. Dessert was something special. While Omari was clearing the dinner table and putting the dishes in the dishwasher, Joi turned him and stole a soft kiss. After that, it was on and popping. Omari took her hand and led Joi to the bedroom. A towel lying at the foot of the bed should've been her first clue but it didn't register in Joi's brain. Omari took off his shirt and Joi stripped to her bra and panties. She had a nice smooth dark chocolate complexion with perky 36-C cup breasts and small dark chocolate nipples. They were tingling and fully erect in anticipation. Joi was about five feet three inches tall and maybe about 136 pounds of sexual fury. She didn't know what was causing it, but her pussy was on fire as she waited to see what Omari could do.

Omari stood bare-chested in front of her and kissed her softly as he guided her back onto the bed. He helped her out of her bra and her panties and muttered softly as he took in her body's sweet scent.

"Oh my," he breathed. "You're gorgeous."

He softly kissed the flesh on her shoulders and neck, licking on the soft micro hairs on her skin. Joi trembled in delight at his touch. Omari kissed and sucked on her breast flesh, swirling her nipples around in his hot mouth. Joi arched her back as if to will more of her breasts into his mouth. She squirmed uncontrollably and fought to keep from screaming out.

Omari trailed his tongue down between her breasts and down her center until he got to her pelvis. He found that little erogenous zone and licked there too. Joi writhed in pleasure. Omari finally got between her thick thighs and looked down at her love pie. Joi liked to keep her pussy clean-shaven. Her vulva was fat and twitching for attention. The hood of her clit was swollen in anticipation and Omari's mouth started to water. He looked up at her and Joi saw the devilish look in his eyes. He nuzzled his lips into the soft are to the side of her vulva and beside the hood of her clit. He licked softly and moaned as he did so. His tongue flicked on the flesh and Joi's pussy began to bubble and foam. He licked up and down along each side of the pussy then sucked softly on the hood of her clit. He sucked her labia into his mouth and swirled the flesh around. He began to taste her nectar as it began to leak out from her vagina.