Passion had filled Pat's cunt with blood and forced the lips apart, exposing her wiggly inner lips to Carl's palm. He cupped the juicy organ and squeezed it. He could feel the juice covering his hand. As he gobbled up as much tit as he could stuff into his mouth, he slipped his middle finger up her twat. Pat's whole body reacted to the intruding finger; she tensed, gasped, then relaxed. 000 10 Carl's finger was swimming in a sea of slippery, satiny cunt interior. He felt all around in there, then reached as far as he could up her cave. He couldn't reach the end with his finger, but he knew his cock could reach, and he remembered how she had squirmed the last time he had plunged his shaft to the apex of her tunnel.

After reaming her twat with his finger for a while, Carl continued his journey down her body. Although his tongue was even shorter than his finger, he knew it would have effects on her that his fingers and prick could never achieve. Besides, he loved the way her hot pussy felt, on his face as he pressed his tongue up the salty chamber.

Pat knew she was going to experience the sheer joy of Carl's cunt-lapping, and her pussy increased its flow at the thought of what was to come. When she felt his face burrowing into her pubic patch, she spread her legs farther and pushed her twat out as far as she could. As the hot snake of his tongue entered her, Pat sucked her breath in sharply and held it in for a few seconds before letting it out in a long, satisfied sigh.

Carl drove his tongue around in her twat with all the skill of a veteran muff-diver. Pat's hips began gyrating automatically and her cunt made little circles as it pressed against Carl's mouth. The more he lapped, the wilder Pat swung her cunt around, until Carl had to hold on to her hips just to keep his tongue in the slot.