I crawled up between her legs, my face right in front of hers, and kissed her right on the mouth. It was a test of sorts. Some women don't mind if you go down on them, as long as you don't try to kiss them afterwards (unless you wash your face and brush your teeth). Lisas was not like this, and her lips opened under mine, her tongue searching for her own unique flavor on my mouth. She cleaned my face of her spend, and smiled weakly up at me, her breath still coming in little, gasping, sobs. "God, John. No one's ever done that to me before. Not like that, anyway." I smiled at Lisa. Cunnilingus is my specialty. I like it better than any other part of sex. Well, almost. "You're welcome, Lisa. It was my very great pleasure to give you that experience." I rolled over on my side and Lisa rolled with me so that we were facing one another. Lisa threw a leg over mine and pressed her still soaking crotch up against my still hard (and dripping) cock.