"Ohhhh, man, I can feel some heat comin' outta there. Gotta find out for myself for sure," Brad said, pressing the flat of his hand gently against her cuntmound.

Anna groaned, her shoulders rubbing against the workbench top. She felt violated by that horrible touch. Why couldn't she pass out, faint rather than have to endure this degradation?

"Go for it, man, eat up that muff!" Ed encouraged.

"Don't have to tell me how," Brad whispered, his fingers digging into the muscles of her inner thighs.

Anna groaned. She watched as Brad's head moved down, down between her spread thighs. He was going to put his mouth on her cunt! He was going to tongue her, going to suck her!

Anna screamed through the gag again, jerking her ass up as much as she could, trying to twist her cunt away from his mouth. But Brad held her firmly, the ropes groaning from the movements of her body.

Anna felt his breath blowing on the curls of her pussy. He was touching her lower belly with his tongue now, drawing the warm moist tip along the fringe of her pussy hair, then sliding it down, down one side of her pussy.

She could feel his nose pressing against her pussy mound, and she let out another shuddering groan of revulsion.

"She don't like you too much, Brad," Ed commented with a chuckle.

"Give 'er time."

Anna struggled, trying to scream. His tongue… that tongue was licking her now, licking up and down the undersides of her legs, then sliding up to the bottom junction of her cuntlips. He was spreading her asscheeks apart a little farther, his jagged fingernails scraping her sensitive, sweaty asscrack while his tongue poked and teased her outer cuntlips.