Her big body jerked strongly and her cunt pressed on his mouth when he sent his tongue into her slit, then his hands tightened their grip on her ass cheeks as he lapped where she was so hot and juicy.

As she rode his face, Greta squeezed and rubbed her big tits, looking at their reflection in the mirror with lust shining in her eyes. Until Cyril, she had thought that only another woman could really lap a cunt the way it should be done, but he had changed her thinking with his exciting style of cunt lapping, as well as his other erotic talents.

Greta felt herself building toward climax and knew it was going to be another beautiful one. She neither tried to rush nor resist as she felt her muscles getting tense. Then they reached the stage where they were as tight as fiddle strings, and they held that way as his tongue continued to lick on and around her clit. Then she was wailing in a beautiful orgasm, and her wet crotch was rubbing hotly all over his face, smearing his mouth, nose, and cheeks and forehead with the warm, sticky, mingled juices of her cunt. As so often happened, the come went on and on, seemingly for hours, each spasm being followed by yet another until they finally stopped and she sighed, her body glowing with content as she continued to give Cyril the cunt facial which he so loved.

"Oh, lover, what a glorious come you gave me," she said, sighing again as she raised her crotch from his face, her big tits swaying proudly above him. "Do you want to stick that beautiful cock in me now?"

"I'm just about ready for that, now that you mention it," he replied as he sat up, his face shining with moisture.

"That's nice. Where do you want to stick it, dear? Pick a place, anyplace you like. I'm all cunt for you, lover."

"I think I'll have you bend over on all fours and then I'll decide whether to fuck your cunt or your ass. I can never decide which I prefer."