But as Mike persisted, something changed inside Christina. Her muffled cries and wild, twisting movements diminished. Slowly, she began to think that the tongue twisting and plunging in and out of her mouth was wonderful. Slowly, she buckled under the pressure, parting her lips under his insistence. As his thick tongue lashed down her throat, Christina felt her pussy-lips opening and closing.

Mike reached down between her legs, his hairy wrist shoving against her upper thighs. His fingers were working the wet, silky material of her bikini bottoms into her cuntal slit. What an unusual feeling! She moaned, pushing her legs farther apart. Christina could feel more sand working into her butt-crack. Oh, he was taking off her panties, sliding them down over her hips! For an instant, a rush of panic hit the girl. She moaned loudly, shoving her ass deep into the soft beach sand.

Then she surrendered, relaxing as the biker pulled her bottoms off her ankles and tossed them to one side.

"Ohhhhh, what are you doing to me?" Christina moaned, rolling her head from side to side as Mike pulled free of her mouth and began kissing her throat. She felt, his bristly moustache tickling her neck, her upper chest, her shoulders as he trailed his tongue along her hot, sweaty flesh.

"I told you you'd go for it," he said, his breath becoming shallow and irregular.

Christina felt his hands sliding now under her tight little ass. She whined, flexing her thighs, rubbing them together as his fingers worked across the bare ribbon of skin separating her cunt from her asshole. She squirmed more violently as Mike's fingers rubbed that flesh between her ass and cunt. Christina started moaning low and deep. Hot juice seeped out from between her swollen pubes until his fingers were wet with cunt-sauce.