The first touch of his tongue on her made her breath catch hard, and she let go of his cock from her mouth to gasp for air, shuddering. It took her a moment to compose herself enough to lean back down to his cock, but it was harder to focus. Not with his tongue playing with her clit, his fingers stroking her. She could feel her pulse pounding in her lips, swollen and sensitive, and her body strained against the hold on her waist, trying to grind down against his mouth.

Her lips and tongue on his cock got ever more sloppy as she moaned against him, breath coming in gasps. She tried to - wanted to - keep going for him, and she concentrated as best she could on what she was doing - on her swollen, wet lips as she sucked at his foreskin, her tongue as it circled his head. On her free hand, trailing along his inner thigh to squeeze his balls lightly, taking in texture of the skin there. Even on the fact that there was spit on her chin, cooling on her skin, and she'd stopped caring.

The noises she made on him were starting to rise in pitch, thighs and ass tensing as her muscles shook minutely. His three fingers, big as they might seem then, had gone from oddly uncomfortable stretching her open to something deep and pleasant inside her, her muscles clenching in unconscious motions around them. Before she could get too close to the edge, though - he slowed, and eased off her. The sound she made around his cock in her mouth was something needy and protesting.