"Mmmmm, that's delicious," he told her, raising his face from her crotch and licking his lips. "I'm afraid I've sucked all the juice out of your panties, though. I'll have to give you some more. Listen, darling. Listen to some nice, juicy crotch-sucking."

While Judith kept moaning, he returned his open mouth to her crotch and she felt him pouring warm saliva onto her warm panties, then he began sucking and making wet, slurping sounds, sounds more exciting than the most beautiful music she'd ever heard.

"Have some more juice, darling," he told her as he raised his face again and saw lust flaming hotly in her eyes. "Have some more and flavor it with your precious little cunt."

His open mouth returned to her crotch, spilled more warm saliva there and then he was slurping it up again while Judith moaned her hymn of ecstasy as her lush thighs caressed his face and she stared in awe at the erotic picture in the wall mirror, the picture of a handsome, gentle, naked man slurping hot juice from the chalice of her generous, warm crotch.

Pete sucked until his jaws ached, then he got up, licked his lips and helped her sit up. When he kissed her mouth, she tasted a faint flavor of cunt. It was unlike anything she had ever tasted and it made her wish she could suck her own cunt, but then she told herself that as long as she had Pete to do that for her, she didn't need to. She hoped that later he would give her his cock to taste so that she could feel the big velvet prickhead deep in her mouth, could feel it shooting cream for her to swallow the way she had watched her mother do when she had sucked Pete's big, beautiful cock.

"Oh, yes, Pete," she panted as she felt him unhooking her bra. "Take my bra off. I want to give you my tits. I hope you enjoy them. Please like my tits, Pete. Are you going to suck my tits? Oh, Pete, I'm going out of my mind!"