Naked from the tits down, held captive from the clit down, hair flowingly, skin glowingly, waistline knowingly performing for the moon as it illuminates light onto my horny silhouette, lying on some Caribbean soil, in the middle of somewhere, hence the soon memorial ground of a sex revolution, back-arching, head gripping, lip biting, finger sucking, eyes rolling, toes detracting, face tingling, electric, mind-blowing muscular atrophy, assimilating the earth shaking, clitorally speaking, she took me there, with no questions asked, no map and no gas, sexually pioneering, a world renowned orgasmic engineering. The multi-tasking of her mouth, flickering and thumping all while sucking, so fucking meticulously done! An Asian acrobat for a tongue, evolutionary moans, evolving with the times of this sexy revolutionist's tongue. She interrupts her pleasure-transferring strategy and whispers, "Are you sure you want some more of me?". Anatomical evidence of a catastrophic orgasm never before experienced, thus the agony, "Please!" I pant, responsively. Her sex casualty. They say death comes in threes. At war with involuntary contractions resulting from her unbelievably spontaneous yet predictable tongue-action. A sudden increase of blood flow to my obsessive compulsive clit, OCC, extending to my now jealous mouth-watering lips. Mami got me feeling so nasty, so horny, so sassy and ready to embark on the world's hardest orgasm, with her tongue-weaponry, a lover of Guinness world record, a new standard, damn this sexy, idealistic, power-hungry, 36 24 36 dimensional revolutionist, I let go, no longer afraid of a revolution. I'm pouring out my femininity in the form of liquid, unlike ever before, I "squirt" towards the beautiful sky that adorns, cannon ball sensationalist, the pulsating dramatization and wet actualization of my orgasmic multiplication. One explosion after another, my eyes roll to the back of my head, I barely catch a glimpse of reality as my sub-reality overrides it with pure depressant ecstasy. Feeling like ten thousand shots of Hennessy. I shake my head from the sexual commotion, the nasty rebellion of her cause. A sex rebel with no cause, sucking the shit out my clit, just because. Her passionate and intense propaganda, the shit she talked before, guerilla sex tactics, I surrender to her one-woman army. Something I've never declared before, Mami, you are taken, your man's at home, Ms. Sex Revolutionist, this type of shit can mark the historical beginning of a third war!