"Unnnfnnfnfffffff!"

His strong fingers sank into her thighs just above each knee. He was spreading her apart inch by tingling inch while his tongue flicked in and out, in and out of her convulsing pussy.

Anna started shifting her hips from side to side, feeling the rub of her cuntlips against one another. Each move was new, each motion an experiment for her as she felt the tingly thrills centered in the head of her clit. She had guessed fucking was one of the best things a person could do in this world, but she had never imagined that it could be like this!

"Unnnfnnfnfffff!"

"Hey, man, she sounds almost like she's gonna go," Ed warned.

"Don't worry. We'll take care of that," Brad reassured his brother, pulling back for a second and picking several blonde curls from between the gap in his front teeth.

Anna relaxed, her breathing becoming shallow, uneven. She could still feel Brad's awful tongue flicking in and out of her cunthole, touching those slick fold and hollows, then sliding up the insides of her outer cuntlips until it was touching her clit! That tiny sex center throbbed and pulsed under the slightest touch. She twisted her ass up, her muscles straining against the thick ropes while Brad kept licking her clit again and again.

"Baby, you got juice comin' outta you like there was no tomorrow," Brad commented, pushing one hand down between her legs.

Anna groaned, feeling his fingers corkscrewing into her pussy, then slipping out. He looked at the slickness coating his fingers, then moved his hand up to her nose. Anna smelled her pussy, smelled the pungent aroma of her cuntjuice. Wincing, she turned away, ashamed.