The girl dipped three fingers knuckles-deep into her own foaming fuckhole, then drew her hand up to her lips and licked, making believe that it was her mom's cunt milk that she was tasting on her fingers.

She tongued her digits one by one, then bunched them up in a cock-shaped bundle and began to feed them in and out of her sucking mouth, her fantasy changing, pretending she was sucking her brother's prick, just after it had come out, all drenched, from their mother's cunt.

Diana fluted up and down a bit longer. As her lips slid down to the hilt of his cock, preliminary goo flowed freely down the meaty tube. Then she pulled back up, sucking the slime into her mouth, replacing it with her slobber. His prick was alternately greasy with pre-cum and glistening with his mother's saliva. Her drool was steaming from the hot cock as if she had been licking a branding iron.

He humped and his balls looped up, hitting her under the chin, solid as hard rubber balls. They were so bloated that Diana knew he was going to get off soon – that it would be risky to linger much longer on his shaft, because he was likely to spurt his spunk off before she had him in her mouth.

That was the last thing the licker longed for. Delicious as his cockshaft and cumbags were coated with the seepage, she knew that his cock-knob would be even more succulent – that sucking was even better than licking.

She dragged her curled, flattened tongue up the length of his prick again, but this time she turned her head down over the crown of his cock.

She lapped at the swollen purple slab and slurped on his bubbling pisshole. Then she began to open her lips and take his cock in, ready to suck to the creamy conclusion.

Diana figured it was time to milk his meat.

Jimmy was in hearty concurrence.

And Holly couldn't have agreed more.

CHAPTER SEVEN