Her head was bobbing on it and little animal-lust moans were slipping out of her, along with saliva that ran down over his balls and nestled in the crack just behind. Her eyelids fluttered and her tongue washed in circles up and around and over and under the thick swell of meat. His thighs trembled slightly and he arched up to piston in and out of the warm mouth.

Her tongue moved faster, eyes closed now, and her temples beat like a heavy drum, cheeks hollowed to the suckings.

Her teasing fingers traced his contours, and this showed new results in the throbbing, rosy rigidity and restless movements of his hips.

He felt the electric strokings of her fingers, stroking along the lines of his inner thighs. Inching, impressing, gently upward, a little more firmly each time, and her tongue a million dartings of fire. He spread his legs even wider apart for her, hunching his shoulders, a cue, and so she proceeded past his balls on the next licking trip to his ass. She sat between his legs and looked up. It was an interesting angle, she thought, but not as interesting as Charles made it sound, when he was viewing her from this position.

She ran a finger down the crack of his ass and probed the little entrance she found there, but couldn't get her chubby finger in the tight opening… decided she wanted to and wet the finger in her mouth, then tried again. It squeezed in this time about a knuckle's worth and she noticed a twinge of life come into his dangling cock. She twisted and pushed at the sucking tunnel and managed to get another joint into him. He seemed to like the feeling, because he was helping by spreading his cheeks and drawing the finger into himself with muscular contractions, but it didn't seem to harden his prick any more than it already was.

Charles suddenly pulled her to her feet. "Just squat a little," he directed, placing his hand between her legs and snugging into her pussy.