My cock grew as hard as pig iron as I watched Ginny's glistening red lips and the tip of her firm, pink tongue slide in slow, hypnotic circles around Andrea's receptive cunt.My cock grew as hard as pig iron as I watched Ginny's glistening red lips and the tip of her firm, pink tongue slide in slow, hypnotic circles around Andrea's receptive cunt. I watched the subtle movements of Andrea's hips, rising and falling rhythmically against Ginny's hungry mouth. And I was, I suddenly realized, incredibly happy. I moved up the bed, closer to Andrea's ecstatic, angelic face and gently stroked her long blonde hair. Her eyes were still closed as she concentrated on the exquisite sensations rising in concentric waves from between her legs. Her lips were dry; she licked them. Her breath was choppy; she tried to catch it. And her nipples, her long, thick, rock-hard crimson nipples pulsated visibly on her flushed, perspiring breasts, pulsating in perfect symphony to her exhilarating, accelerating heartbeat. Lovingly, I stroked Andrea's hair again and she barely turned to me. Her eyes fluttered half open and she momentarily smiled at me. Then, drawing a long, labored breath, she turned away and again surrendered herself, completely, to the mounting insistence of Ginny's penetrating tongue. "How does it feel, Andy? Tell me how it feels," I whispered. Andrea groaned loudly, trying to respond, but couldn't catch her breath long enough to speak. When she finally found the strength and breath, she half turned her head back to me. |