She knew it was time to pleasure his humongous cock with that wet pink tongue of hers. She parted her lips and stuck that taster out. She placed the pointy tip of her tongue at the base of the man's cock, on the underside – right where his dick and his balls came together.

At that moment Jonah could feel a tickle of sexual anxiety forming right at that spot. He knew that tickle could do nothing but increase in intensity as long as his little girl was going down on his rod.

He knew that the tickle would grow until it was no longer a tickle at all – but rather a comet-like ball of liquid sexual anxiety.

He knew that the sensation at the base of his cock would mount until his horniness reached the point of no return. Until his arousal reached the saturation point. Until his orgasm reached the point of inevitability.

She found herself looking at the underside of his cock shaft, looking past her nose, crossing her dark brown eyes a little bit. Jonah couldn't help but notice that little Tammy's eyes still looked on the red and puffy side from all of the weeping she had been doing. She looked at the craggy veins on his cock's stem. She was still pinning the tip of his prick to a spot well above his concave bellybutton with the fingertips on her right hand. She thought those veins on the underside of his dick looked like lines on a map, like rivers. She had only seen a map once but she remembered it. The driver had showed it to her while she was being delivered to the Cornfield Estate. She decided to allow the longest thickest vein, the vein that coursed almost the entire length of his cock – determine her tongue's route. She began to flick back and forth lightly and quickly with the pointy tip of her pink wet tongue. She moved a fraction of an inch at a time toward the head of his dick. She paused at a spot just below the head where Tammy knew from experience her man was particularly hypersensitive.