"Yes, darling. I'm going to have a nice taste of nylon-filtered cunt, and then I'll take your panties off and suck and lick your hot, juicy twat until you can't stand another come. I'll probably suck for at least an hour."

All Mary could do was moan with passion; then she cried out more loudly as his face went into her crotch, brushed an inner thigh, and then he was sucking and lightly chewing on the wet crotch of her panties, rocketing her to a new plateau of passion, one she had never before achieved.

As he sucked, Adam worked his hands under her, and she raised her ass to help. He fondled her lush, smooth buttcheeks while he went on sucking and slurping in her crotch, making her panties very wet and adding to the searing heat of her cunt.

Abandoning herself totally to him, Mary was sure than no woman in history had ever been as well loved, then reminded herself that they were only getting started, that she still had her panties on, wet though they were, and that the actual cunt-lapping and fucking was yet to come. She wondered if her heart could stand it all, wondered if it were possible to die of too much joy, but the thought didn't bother her at all; then she gasped as she realized that, despite the fact that her panties were still on, she was right on the verge of coming.

She opened her mouth to pant the words to her lover, but she didn't make it. Instead of words, she emitted a series of groans and high-pitched wails, and her body jerked through an orgasm that was as magnificent as any she had ever known, better than any, she decided as the delicious waves kept sweeping over her while Adam kept his face pressed into the warmth of her wet crotch, inhaling deeply, his hands holding the cheeks of her ass firmly.

"Oh, Adam," she sighed, "I've never had a come with my panties on in my life. You work miracles."

"There are going to be a lot of miracles, darling," he told her, "and a lot of comes. Lie face down now so I can unveil that work of art you carry in your panties."