Peter raised his head and gazed up, seeing that Marianna was still sleeping, but she was panting now and her eyelashes were fluttering.

He slid back down and wedged his tongue up into her cunt-hole. He dipped it in and out, tongue-fucking her cunt as he clamped his parted lips around it. He was French kissing her cunt as if it were a bearded mouth. "Oooooh!" she moaned.

Her eyes opened. For moment she looked puzzled by the delightful sensations in her groin. Then she realized that Peter's head was down there.

She smiled lasciviously.

Peter grinned back at her, rising up, cuntjuice streaking his chin and lips.

"Don't stop, darling," she sighed.

Peter dove on her pussy again. Now that she was awake, he began to suck her more energetically. Marianna jerked her loins up, mopping her cunt against his mouth.

The flow from her fuck-hole was getting hotter and thicker and creamier as his skillful sucking and tonguing brought her surging toward the crest.

"Cum, baby – cream for me!" he moaned, the words muffled in her groin.

Her face turned from side to side, dark hair spilling like ink over the pillow. Her face was a mask of lust now. She arched her slender back, hips jolting, ass churning. Her lush thighs wrapped around his head for a moment, holding him in a scissor grip, then she threw them wide open again, kicking in the air behind his back.

Waves of sensation sped across her loins and shot up her thighs like lightning bolts. The waves were cumming faster and peaking higher, starting to merge into one tidal crest. Her clit exploded like a blasting cap, setting off a secondary explosion in the core of her cunt.

Peter's tongue stabbed in and his lips sucked on the rim. Cunt-cum spilled past his lips, filling his mouth. He gulped it down, mouthing for more. Milky tides gushed from her cunt-gash, lathering her groin and seeping down into the tight crack of her ass.