"Closer," she told him, holding her legs wide apart.

He lowered his face to her fork, his nostrils dilating as the keen scent of her pussy raged up into his sinuses. That powerful, musky odor really rattled him, set him to drooling from the corners of his mouth.

"Kiss it now," she said. "No tongue, no teeth, no hands, just your lips. Show me how good you are."

Bertrand's face dropped down, the crisp, scratchy tendrils of his beard tickling the insides of her thighs. Then his mouth pressed full against the peeled back lips of her cunt and he began twisting and turning his head, mashing his lips against her slit as if he were kissing her on the mouth.

"Ohhh!" Joselyn cried, her whole body jerking at the feel of his mouth on her tender pussy, her whole body curling up so that her knees actually did touch her shoulders. His facial hair rasped over her labia and his scorching breath gusted over her splayed crotch. And he was so hungry for it! She draped her knees over his broad shoulders, letting her heels slide down his back, locking them loosely about his neck.

Bertrand was in seventh heaven. He bobbed his head feverishly, planting kiss after moist kiss upon her hot pussy, his pursed lips tracing the ragged perimeter of her labia, sliding through the sodden fringe of hairs…

It was good for Joselyn, all right. Every moist smooch of his lips made tingles of joy face through her vagina, quivering along the narrow passage.

"Suck it!" she moaned, giving her hips a little toss, grinding her juicy sex flesh over his entire face.

Bertrand pulled back, gasping for breath. All around his mouth, down over his chin, his beard was dripping with the slick mixture of his saliva and her nectar. He only paused for a second, then threw himself back down onto her vagina, opening his mouth wide, covering her whole gash with his lips.