"UHHHHH!!!" she howled, as the professor inhaled, sucking almost all of her external genitalia, labia, hairs, pudenda into his greedy eager mouth. It felt as if he were trying to suck the cunt right off her! She pummeled his back with her heels, her hips working with a mind of their own, hunching madly into his face, her firm buttocks bashing into the point of his hairy chin. Each time her hips drew back, she could feel, she could hear him sucking harder to hold her pussy in place, to keep it from slipping from his grip. He was dragging it a good three inches from her body by the sheer power of his suction!

The sensation was so devastating, so arousing that, for an instant, Joselyn lost control. Clutching at his hair with her fingers, strangling his neck with her thighs; she flipped her cunt into his face savagely, pounding it with the well-padded hummock of her pubis.

The professor's single, guttural wail of pleasure was suddenly broken, cut up into short little bits by the jarring impacts of her fork. Whimpering from the pain, he let her cunt slip from his mouth and tried to raise his head from between her legs.

"Suck!" she cried, using the power of her legs to draw his face back down, to mash it into her juicy crotch.

He did as she asked. He had no choice in the matter, really. It was either suck or smother. He started nursing on her individual labia, working his lips up and down the puffy petals, stretching them away from the central opening.

Joselyn stopped humping and let him go to town on her. It wasn't easy to put the brakes on like that, especially not when she could already begin to feel herself nearing an orgasmic plateau, but as much as she wanted to climax, she wanted to do it her way, with the reins of power securely in her grasp. Her nipples tingling with excitement, her tummy rippling, she looked down between her legs, down at what the bearded man was doing to her cunt.