Cass pushed her hand inside his shirtfront and rubbed his chest. They clung together, their close contact feeding their passions.

"God, they feel beautiful," Guy said, pushing Cass's dress down, releasing her tits from her brief, black, lacy bra.

Guy's eyes opened as he saw her tits balloon out with their full, dark-red areolas and ripe-strawberry nipples. In an instant he was down on one nipple, sucking it into his mouth and slobbering it with his spit. He went from one to the other, sucking, licking, nibbling, and slurping.

Cass held his head against her and looked down at him.

"My god, Jack said you were a tit man but I never thought anyone could treat tit-sucking as an art!" She giggled. "Be my baby, suck, suck, suck!"

Her tits were throbbing with so much heat she did not feel Guy's hand moving up her thigh until with a shock she felt his fingers touching her cunt-lips. She parted her knees and she felt him sticking his fingers into her cunt.

Then he withdrew his hand, his fingers covered in sweet fuck-honey. He ran his dripping fingers around each of her nipples until they were wet with cunt-juice and he bent down and sucked them hungrily.

"I love the taste of cunt and tit," he murmured between sucks.

Cass was lying with her head back and her eyes closed. She felt down his body to his cock and fumbled with his zipper.

"Let me see your cock," she appealed.

Guy disengaged himself and stood up. He unfastened his belt and let his trousers down, then he eased down his jockeys.

"Oh ye gods!" Cass gasped as his cock sprang out.

His cock looked enormous. Its purplish head and the thick blood vessel running up the length of it pulsated rhythmically as though it was eager for action.

Jack, who had come back into the room, crossed to Cass.

"Come on, darling," he said. "That's what you've been waiting to see."