Bette looked up at me from the bed. She tugged at her restraints on her wrists and with a smirk said, "what are you gonna do to me?"

I just flashed my best smile at her and said, "I’m getting my revenge for what you’ve done to me all day."

Bette smiled innocently and I almost melted. "What did I do…mistress?"

I almost came on the spot.

With a deep growl I jumped on the bed, in between her legs. I could see she was trembling with desire, her beautiful mocha skin was already glistening with sweat.

"Lord," I said looking up to the ceiling, "thank you for this gift I’m about to eat."

Bette burst out laughing, "I think that’s a sacrilege!"

I shrugged, "your pussy is my favorite dish."

Bette shuddered, "uhh I love it when you talk dirty."

"Oh yeah?" I said leaning down and biting into her inner thigh. She groaned and arched and I said, "do you want my tongue deep inside of you? Fucking you until you forget your name?"

Bette could only moan and tug against her restraints. She was losing it. Seeing her this way was a test to my own self control. I know if her hands were free she would have grabbed a handful of my blonde locks and pushed me into her pussy. The thought alone made me snap and I lunged forward wrapping my lips against her clit.

She cried out and arched. I sucked greedily making a loud sucking noise and Bette started convulsing in pleasure.

"Oh G-God Tinaaaaaa!" Bette screamed exploding into her orgasm.

I couldn’t stop myself. Moving lower, I plunged my tongue inside of her and I heard her deep womanly moan. Oh God I don’t think I’ve ever heard a sexier sound, and I’m a singer!

I pushed my tongue as far in as I could and started swirling it around. It was technique I knew would stretch her out in a pleasurable kind of way and hit her g spot everytime. She was very very tight.

She was starting to tense up. I imagined her playing the piano that she does so beautifully. Her body moves with her fingers and with the music. Her eyes closed and her posture perfect, except when the music gets intense. She would hunch over slightly and either play soft or intensely. Then it was get to a soft melody or a decrescendo, and she would sit up straight again and through her head back as if the ultimate form of release.