Lying close to her, Adam began kissing her thighs and tummy and hips, using his hands as well as his lips and bringing her quickly up again, hot and trembling as she sensed that this time his mouth would find its way to her cunt. In her aroused state, she felt sure it wouldn't take much muff-diving to make her have another come.

He worked slowly, ardently, and then she felt warm, moist breath in her crotch. Mary wanted to tell him to hurry, to get his mouth right on her cunt, but all that came out was another groan. It was followed by a loud, quavering cry as his tongue licked slowly over her twat. She heard a muffled groan from her crotch, felt an unbelievably exciting kiss on her gash, and then he was sucking her cunt while his hands held and rubbed her hips and thighs. Mary knew she was going to fly over the rainbow again.

As Adam sucked her cunt and she moaned, Mary found it impossible to believe that just one mouth and one cunt could combine to produce such fantastic sensations. But there was an even greater sensation to come, and it happened when his tongue came into play and he began lapping her open cunt.

His tongue probed deeply, into her hot, juicy box. It lashed inside her snatch, and Mary told herself that his tongue must be more than just a tongue and that what he was doing to her had to be more than just cunt-lapping. He was not just a man, she decided, but a God or perhaps a devil.

Mary felt him shifting his position subtly. Her cry filled the room as his tongue found her clit, found it and did such wildly wonderful things to it that she feared her cries would be heard blocks away. But she didn't care, didn't care about anything except the erotic magic he was working in her cunt and throughout her entire being as he licked on and on until climax struck. Mary knew it was going to surpass even the previous ones, so she stuffed a hand into her mouth and bit down to stifle the cries she felt fighting for escape from her throat.