My slice of melon still held to my lips, I began licking it slowly, my tongue running around the tip of the succulent, curved spear.My slice of melon still held to my lips, I began licking it slowly, my tongue running around the tip of the succulent, curved spear. The camera flashed in for a closeup of their tongues, twining and lashing against each other outside their mouths, then flashed back again as they parted and began groping feverishly at each other. John took hold of Jane's elastic scooped neckline and yanked it down, revealing full, pointed breasts. The neckline snapped back underneath them, framing them and pushing them up for his inspection. Her hands, meanwhile, were snaking down his back to clench his ass, pulling his hips into hers. He ground his pelvis between her legs. I alternated between sucking and licking my melon slice, as my eyes were transfixed on their enmeshed hips. My pussy had begun to pulsate again, and I could almost feel the pressure of the man's hard bulge nudging my clit. John bent to suck and lick at Jane's tits, while she made a great show of gasping and moaning encouragements like, "Oooh, that feels so goooood..." John, with his arms under her back, lowered her to lie back on the pool table, her legs still over the edge, while the camera graced us with a close up of his tongue flicking against her hard nipples. With one hand I tugged at the belt of my robe, and it parted to either side of me, baring my naked breasts and midriff. I slid the melon out of my mouth and let it trail lightly over my chin, then down my throat, to slide wetly between my breasts. |