"Of course," he said, his voice light and cool. "You could lick and suck them."

Nichole broke her mounting rhythm as she heard his words and wasn't sure she understood. "W… what?"

"I said you could, in your present position, excite yourself by licking and sucking them yourself. They're right in front of your mouth." He paused to walk around the chair. "You could lick them and you could suck them and I," he announced clearly, "could watch you do it."

Web moved around the chair for a better view, his mouth half-open in eager anticipation. Even as he watched, Nichole pulled the vibrator out of her cunt and held it hard on her clitoris, her eyes were closed and her face contorted by the hot passion that she was feeling. Web watched her hips and tautly rippling belly roll and undulate while her moistly glistening cunt-lips twitched and gaped as the vibrator quivered and thrust against her clitoris. With her free hand, she cupped one snowy breast and tilted it toward her mouth, the nipple caught between her fingers. Her tongue snaked out, red and wet, and the soft, velvet-smooth tip rimmed around the erect little nipple. Then, as Web watched, she opened her mouth wide, taking the whole nipple in. Her wetly ovalled lips closed over the berry-like nipple, and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked with a sex-crazed fervency.

Web felt himself being aroused as he watched. Nichole was doing exactly as he asked, and her obscene self-excitement was having its effect. She hooked her legs even tighter over the arms of the chair, jutting her hips and naked groin outward and upward even more, spreading the lips of her wetly trembling cunt as she ran the vibrating plastic cock up and down and in and out of her with a hypnotic rhythm.

With a groan, the young girl let her heavy breast fall from her mouth. She was gasping for air, panting with lewd passion, and her ripely quivering breast was wet and glistening with her saliva.