Carol could feel a sudden twitch between her own legs and again pressed them tightly together to try and stop the maddening sensation.
The girl wrapped her hands into the man's thick black head of hair and the muscles in her arms stood out tight and strained as she pulled his face forward with all her strength into the moist wetness of her loins. Her hips began a slow hard grinding up against his face as he sunk his tongue with a sudden lizard-like thrust deep into the tightness of her clasping p***y. She now was a raw quivering mass of desire and writhed and twisted like a slow moving belly dancer under the man's hot probing tongue.
There was a groan next to her and Carol wanted to look but she didn't dare.
"Marsha's sucking him," Harry whispered with heavy breath.
She turned slightly
