Kevin twitched when she touched her tongue to the underside. He twitched again when she wrapped her upper lip around the curved crown and sucked him in as far as she could without choking, but he wasn't fighting her, wasn't freaking out.

Mona felt like she was in some kind of sex heaven. A real-life angel to play with until the cows came home! She could hardly believe her good fortune. She sucked longingly at the stiff pecker that tickled the roof of her mouth with its spongy head. Her tongue moved expertly along the sensitive underside. She monitored Kevin's breathing and movements, sensing how excited he was. She worked her tongue between the little lobes at his tip. She was enjoying the youthful firmness of his flesh and the shy moans that he couldn't hide when she licked furiously at the bulging blue head of his cock. What did it matter if he couldn't talk? All humans needed was to groan and moan and sigh. That's all she cared about anymore.

"You lovely animal," she whispered, examining his prick with ginger touches of her long nails. It was throbbing noticeably and her spit was glossy on the surface, oozing down into his balls. She made a trough of her tongue and eased forward again, taking him all the way into her throat.

Kevin arched his back up from the bed and trembled. He was holding his breath. His fingers twisted the sheet around as she began a slow, bobbing movement. The sensation for Kevin was probably like fucking. She tightened her cheeks in around his shaft and made sure her tongue was in contact with the underside of his cock at all times. Up and down she bobbed, slurping noisily when the flared head bumped against her lips. Kevin was like tensioned rubber. He couldn't relax now that she was bringing him faster towards climax. She could feel his gland begin to spasm. His balls hung loose in their sac.