There was nothing she could say. His lips were close, so close that they grazed in the curly black hair of her cunt bush and already she could feel his breath igniting new fires in her crotch as it laved her churning snatch.

"Oh, Pete, Pete," she panted as her plump ass raised from the bed in eagerness, "You're going to kiss my cunt. I can't believe it."

"Yes, angel, believe it. Do you want me to kiss and lick and suck your cunt and make you have a great big come?"

"Oh, yes… yes… yes! Do it to me, Pete! Eat my cunt all up!" she told him, a cry of ecstasy in her voice.

Her back was arched, her tits jutted boldly, her lovely ass inches above the bed, then she felt hands moving under to grab her buns. They held firmly, then the breath in her crotch was warmer, moister and his lips touched the lips of her cunt and her cry of lust was a high-pitched, quavering wail.

While his gentle hands held and rubbed, Pete feasted on her virginal cunt as his cock throbbed with desire that grew to demand, but he willed it to be quiet. He was eating that sweet cunt; the most tender, sweetest young cunt he had ever sucked and he had no intention of hurrying his meal. The fuck, when it happened, would be ecstasy, but it would have to wait.

He sucked the tender pussylips into his mouth and worked with them, keeping cries of delight breaking from her throat. She found her hands on her ma, squeezing them until they pained, but it was exquisite pain and she gave herself some more while her ass kept jerking upward, rubbing her box wetly back over his sweetly invading face, cunt-kissing him while he sucked.

And then his skilled tongue parted the tender pussylips with an easy fuck. She cried out more loudly as it pushed all the way up her slit and became as long, she thought, as that long lovely prick that was soon going to fuck her the way it had fucked her mother earlier that day.