“Here.” She looked down, opening herself with her fingers and pointing to her clit, stroking it with her fingernail as I watched. “Right here. Put your tongue-”

I didn’t need a second invitation. I edged her fingers out of the way, rubbing my tongue over the little button, back and forth. She tasted tangy, strong, and I could smell her sweat from lying out in the sun all morning.

She gasped, rolling her hips a little as my tongue mashed against her, lapping and licking and swallowing the taste of her. It stayed in my throat, thick and rich. I watched her belly quiver, her breasts heaving, her breath coming faster as I moved my face between her thighs, my tongue exploring the sweet ridges and folds.

“Put your fingers in me.” She bucked her hips. I slipped a finger down, between her slit, searching for that dark little entrance I’d seen yesterday.

Dawn squealed, her eyes flying open. “Higher.” She reached her hand down and found mine, leading my fingers upward. I flushed, realizing that I must have been pressing against her anus. She moved against me and I could feel the soft, smooth walls inside of her. She started to rock, encouraging me to move my fingers in and out.

“Lick.” She pointed to her clit. I did, my tongue moving over her flesh. She moaned, still moving her hips, and I pressed my fingers in her, trying to catch a rhythm between my lapping tongue and my plunging fingers. It felt a little like trying to walk and chew gum at the same time at first, but I got the hang of it. I knew for sure that I did when she hissed and grabbed at my hair, smashing my face between her legs.

“Oh, God,” she moaned, and I could feel the muscles in her fanny tightening. I licked faster, looking up and seeing her pinching and pulling on her nipples. My cock was dripping pre-cum now, throbbing against the sofa, and I knew there would probably be a stain there, but I didn’t care. She tasted so good, and the way she moved and sounded and felt was almost enough to make me come myself.