Holy shit, Bunny thought.

Daddy's gonna suck Mom's cunt!

The prospect sent lances of lust lashing through her loins and her cunt steamed in her hand. She was so hot now that she thought her palm might blister as her boiling cunt-oils seeped from her slot.

She was plucking at her titty tips with her other hand, pulling and rolling the vibrant nubs. Her tongue slid back and forth across her sensual mouth, as if she were emulating the licking that her father was about to give her mom. She envied her mother. How lucky the woman was to have a cunt-lapping husband. And, in a strange way that she really didn't understand, she kind of envied her daddy, too.

Bunny was certainly not a lesbian.

But she had to admit that the thought of sucking a cunt was very exciting.

Peter ran his tongue slowly up the damp inside of Marianna's smooth thigh. He switched over and licked lightly up the other leg, pausing just short of her crotch.

His nostrils flared as he inhaled, breathing in the pungent perfume of hot cunt.

The fragrance tantalized him, whetting his appetite and making him drool.

His hands slid up and he cupped her flanks, lifting her pelvis up higher. She whimpered softly. He was looking hungrily at her fuck-slot.

Her cunt-lips were unfurled like the petals of a fleshy pink blossom. Her open slot was flooded with cunt-cream. Her stiff clit stuck out like a stump in a swamp. Her pussy looked scrumptious – and he knew damned well that it was. He stared at the feast like a glutton at a banquet.

His eager tongue slid out and he flicked it against her tingling clit. She sighed and squirmed. Her loins moved languidly as he licked her, and her tits loomed up as her breathing got heavier.

Peter lapped her clit, then ran his tongue up her parted pussy-lips, attentively, paying attention to the details. He nibbled and nursed on her clit then fluttered his tongue against it again. That sensitive little pink nugget was starting to vibrate like a tuning fork.