Lizard Kisses

I had a date with the client that has paid more of my bills then any other. He has been seeing me since I started. Stuck with me through agencies, through my independence, and now my semi-retirerment. He's my Theater Guy, and I cherish him dearly. Every date with him is just about the same. He comes in, I stand on my tippy toes to give him a hug and a kiss since he is very tall. We move over to the bed, he undresses, I undress, and we begin to "kiss". His kissing technique is very unique. Our lips only touch at the beginning and end of our smooch, the whole rest of the kiss, which tend to be like a good mintue each, is filled with tounge on tounge action. Nothing deep throaty, just tip to tip, left to right, right to left, up and down, and in circles. Non stop. I've learned to always try to be the one higher up or otherwise I end up with a mouth full of spit. He eventualy manuvers himself a bit further north, and moves my leg over his head for a better angle to eat my pussy. It's pretty difficult to butcher a rug munching session, and he has been seeing me for a long time now so he knows what makes me tick. He will often shoot me a wink when he notices me watching. I usually end up in a puddle that is half my juices and half his spit. We switch, and I brace myself. None of the oddeties that I have mentioned so far bother me all that much. They are all petty things that I look past without even a second thought. The one thing that is much, much, much more difficult for me to get over is that every single time I see him his nuts smell like he played tennis yesterday and has yet to shower since. I have developed special breathing techniques just for him.