Before long I repaid Mei Ling in kind. Though I lacked her expertise I ached with the need to return the joy she had given me. First I wanted to taste those hard, sweet little nips of hers. They were salty with her sweat, and she curled her fingers in my hair and keened as I nibbled at her. After resting my cheek for a moment on her soft, luxuriant pubic bush, I rolled my tongue around her labia, closely followed by my fingers. But it was when I gently bit into her clitty, and rubbed my nose across it, pumping two fingers in and out of her flower-scented love-hole, that her legs stiffened, her bottom bucked clear of the bed and, her fingers tugging at my hair, she mewed like a cat as she spent. I returned to her beautiful, relaxing face and gave her a deep Frenchie. She sucked her own sweet nectar hungrily from my darting, exploring tongue. .....