Her tongue stabbed recklessly into the slit in his glans, probing for drops of love juices, licking them up greedily. Fed with the inciting taste of his fluids, her tongue swirled round and round his cocktip, slipping on down until suddenly his whole cock was up inside her greedy throat. She tightened her lips around the base of his cock, then started her hypnotic up and down rhythm. Just as he was getting used to the tempo of her pleasure, she switched gears on him, changed her technique. Overwhelmed him again with the enthusiasms and imagination of her tongue-loving.

Bight from the first time he had made love to her, Sam had known that he had to have Mimi for his own. He thought she was a sensational lover, far better than any American woman he had ever known. Mimi could feel and respond with every inch of herself. When she was in the mood, her whole body was a sex organ. That was what made her so special. That was why a blowjob from Mimi was unlike any he had ever had elsewhere. Her mouth was so supple. Her tongue was so greedy. She threw all of herself into the act. She made him vibrate all over with pleasure, the way she herself was doing.

Stimulated by her wanton abandon, Sam nuzzled her cunt like a bear ferreting for honey. He sniffed and poked and licked and blew on her hot hole until Mimi was squirming and squealing for more. With an evil grin, he drew on further reserves of strength, forcing himself to give her what she wanted… determined to make this next orgasm something special for her, the way he wanted them all to be for her. "Ya-hoo! What a woman I've got!" He allowed himself just enough time to blurt out the words, then he returned his mouth to her damp spasming cunt.

With all her Gaelic joy in sex, Mimi nudged her pussy into her husband's face. The brunette was on an endless high. Her body was tingling. Her mind was buzzing with thoughts and sensations. She remembered the way the handsome taxi driver on the way over to the hotel had eyed her in the rear-view mirror. She remembered the smiles and furtive second looks that had greeted her in the lobby. She remembered the bellboy's wistful gaze. America was such an exciting place. Already the young bride knew she was going to have a wonderful time here.