Miss Childress approached the sucking of a prick as she would have a feast, a banquet that bad been tastefully laid out before her, appreciating the appetizers before she moved on to the main course. She thoroughly enjoyed lingering over the meat dish before she swallowed down the creamy dessert.

She reached up and cupped his balls, gently lifting, as if gauging the weight of the cum load they held.

Her other hand folded around the root of his prick.

She drew him closer, but at the last minute dipped his cock down, tapping his dripping cock head against her nipples, each in turn. When she released his prick his cock snapped upright. Creamy drops of jism coated both of her nipples.

Her chin touched her breastbone as she looked down at her cum-smeared tits. Then she cupped her tits in both her hands and lifted her fat tit-mounds toward her face.

She began licking the spunk from her tit tips.

"Ummm – yummy," she purred.

Hammond was greatly inspired by the sight of her tongue sliding over her nipples and by seeing his cum on her tongue. His mighty prick began to pound like a jackhammer.

The librarian raised her face, smiling, then leaned out and began to work on him.

She started at his balls.

Her tongue curled and coiled all over the bloated sac, stirring the hard nuts inside the loose, hairy bag. She lifted his balls and licked the underside. Ball meat had a distinctive flavor, subtly different from cock meat. It whetted her appetite.

She pushed her tongue out and flattened it and drew it all the way up from the hilt to the head of his prick with long, moist slurps. Saliva flowed down his prick. Then she repeated it, with her tongue criss-crossing as it moved up the underside of his prick, tracing along the path of the throbbing vein.