She had never had her tits sucked before.

A tongue and lips felt a whole lot nicer than a hand, she thought, as she purred and squirmed and worked her big tits around in his hungry face. She arched her back, thrusting her tits up. His lips worked on her nipples as if they were valves by which he was blowing her up, inflating her tits with his breath.

She was still rubbing his cock and balls. He ran his tongue up her cleavage, circled back towards the stiff peaks of her nipples, slurping and murmuring.

"Take it out," he whispered.

Linda hesitated.

But that hesitancy was faked. She just didn't want him to think that she was so lewd that she would expose his cock without a pause to consider. In fact, she had been wishing that Clyde would suggest it, or do it himself, for his prick felt so wonderful through his pants that the horny girl was just dying to feel it naked. She was too shy and timid to take the initiative, too bashful to take matters into her own hands, but once Clyde had asked her to, it seemed all right.

She unbuckled his belt and unsnapped the top of his trousers, then began to draw the zipper down.

His fly opened in a wide vee.

His prick sprang out like a wild bull. Linda gazed down at it in awe.

It was by far the biggest prick that, in her limited experience, she had looked upon. It looked just wonderful to her. Her eyes crossed as she turned her vision upon the huge slab of his purple cock-knob. She tucked her hand into his fly and hauled his balls out, too, wanting all of his sex meat available to her gaze and to her attentions. She drank the sight in with her hot eyes.

His cockhead was a huge, flaring, mushroom-shaped hunk of dark, steaming meat, the cleft parted. The tip was already sticky with a flow of preliminary jism. His cockshaft was wide and iron-hard and the vein that pulsed up the underside was as big as Linda's little finger. His balls were in proportion to his big prick, looking like over inflated balloons.