"Oh shit," Amy moaned. "I've never felt anything like this. Oh shit, what are you doing? How do you do that? Oh shit, what are you doing to me?"

Glen was snorting into her pussy, blowing air through his nose against her cunt. His tongue was lapping deep inside her, covering every inch of her cunt with his spit. Her pussy was getting sloppy now, pouring thick juice as her excitement grew. Glen was sucking off most of the excess cunt juice, but enough was escaping him to make the juncture of her thighs glisten.

"Oh you're making me cum! You're making me cum, you dirty bastard." It was so fucking good. Amy had never felt anything like this in her life. "I want you! I've always wanted you, you mother fucker!"

Glen didn't answer. He just kept slobbering all over her pussy. Without warning, he drilled a finger up the tiny bud of her asshole. A moment later he slipped two fingers up her slippery cunt. Now he was really making a mess of her, fingering and licking and biting and kissing her all at once. It was more than she could take.

Amy squealed, thrashing her head from side to side, batting at Glen's head with her quivering thighs. Her pussy juice rolled out over her cunt lips and wet the floor beneath her. Her hips gyrated inches above the ground. She was cumming hard.

At the very height of her excitement, Glen slipped a second finger up her asshole and twisted his fingers in her cunt to pinch her clit. Amy went out of her mind. Her climax seemed to go on forever, and when it finally did end, she sank to the floor in a sweating, quivering, exhausted mass.

"Oh, Glen, that was just great!" Amy moaned weakly, brushing his head with her heated thighs, twisting her hands against the ropes he'd tied them with. "You know, I could almost forgive you for what you did. Almost, but not quite."