Upwards, always upwards, teasing her with lips and tongue, until her legs were spread wide, and her mound was pushing forward eagerly. “Come on, Albert,” she growled. Her hands were at her breasts, slowly kneading her mounds. “We don’t have all night.”
“Sure we do,” he replied, licking the spot where her leg joined her torso. He set his hands on her belly, stroking the bones of her pelvis where they dimpled her skin. His thumbs reached down, carefully spreading her labia. Then he leaned forward, taking his first taste.
He gasped. Her taste filled him, his mind reeling as he took her in. Never, in all his life, had another woman tasted so good, so wonderful. He found himself lapping at her lips, his tongue stabbing deep into her inner core, sweeping up her womanly nectar, then moving high
