Serving my mistress is the only thing I know, and I do it with pleasure. Today, I was tasked with tasting her sweet nectar, the essence of her femininity. I knelt before her, my tongue ready to explore. She unveiled her most intimate area, a sight that always made me weak in the knees. I licked up her cream, savoring every drop, feeling the ecstasy coursing through my veins. My mistress watched, a devilish grin on her face as she indulged in her own pleasure. The taste was heavenly, the sight of her, a true goddess, was enough to make any man weak. But I was not just any man, I was her humbled cuckold slave, and I savored every moment, every taste, every drop of her sweet nectar.