Only, this time, she was not attending to a mere finger.Only, this time, she was not attending to a mere finger. This time, she was savoring, laving and licking the REAL THING. She rolled her tongue across the head of the slowly advancing male organ and slid it under the rigid edges of the obviously circumcised head and then slowly rolled her tongue from one side, down under the head and back up the other side as far as she could, and the started back around again. As the sexy, huge member very slowly advanced into her mouth, through the ring and over her flicking and caressing wet tongue she felt it relentlessly moving toward the back of her mouth and her throat. Gently, it began to retreat from her mouth, sliding back out through the ring. With the automatic reaction of a true "lady of the evening", she curled her lips down around the retreating shaft as tightly as she could and rolled her tongue back and forth, from one side to the other of it and across it's bottom as she began to suck on the now tightly lip enclosed forward part of this maddening huge male engine of love and procreation. She sucked on it and laved it with her tongue until it once again began to advance toward her throat; and as it continued she began to moan and gurgle deep in her throat to give the possessor of this fleshy engine a sign that she wanted more of it deep in her mouth....No, not her mouth.......deep in her throat. She sucked him and teased him and licked him and moaned her assent as he slowly acknowledged her efforts by moving ever further inward and toward the back of her throat. All the while, her suspended nipples were being played with, rolled and squeezingly and tightly caressed with a twin set of gentle talented fingers and the incessant twin vibrators were stirring her twin lower canals to yet another bounding, screaming orgasm. As these five engines of passion drove her higher and higher, she moaned louder and louder, emitting gurgling sounds deep within her throat, inviting him ever onward and into it's warm depths and "grasp". As the turgid and rigid head of his advancing shaft slide over her laving tongue and touched the roof of her mouth at the entrance to her throat, she took a deep breath, closed her airway and moaned louder as her tongue urged him forward as her throat began to open to receive him. |