His eyes feasted on her body, his body trembling at her closeness. He knelt beside her, his eyes only a foot away from her rounded breasts. He swallowed nervously, reaching a trembling hand down to her.

His fingers touched her nipple, only slightly, just pressing the little nubbin inward a little. He bent forward more, his head going over her chest. Her head was pointed in the opposite direction. He lowered his face to her proud round tittie, his tongue moving out between his lips.

His wet tongue slid over her nipple very lightly, turning, twisting in slow circles. His groin pressed into the side of the bed, and he mashed his hard prick against the wood.

He pulled away, fighting to control his breathing. He shuffled down the length of the bed to her crotch, and stared at her cunt. Her legs were open and he could see her slit clearly. It looked so beautiful from here, the hair light and crinkly, the lips pulled inward.

He moved forward, pressing carefully down on the bed. His face moved into her groin, his tongue out. He touched the center of her slit, very lightly, then ran his tongue slowly up and down the dark depression.

Her right leg was sprawled out to the side. He gently pulled her left out, moving it inch by inch until her crotch was completely open to him. His tongue slid along her slit, wetting it, easing the path. He pushed down with more pressure, his tongue moving easily in the narrow wet cleft.

His fingers searched gently at the top of her pussy, locating the clitoris. His tongue moved against it, rubbing slowly. His body shivered with lust, tasting her sweetness.

He heard her groan, low in her throat, her breathing disrupted. He stopped, his eyes studying her. Her breathing steadied, and he bent forward again. His tongue moved along her slit, and over her clitty again.