She sat down beside him on the couch, making sure that her skirt was well up her thighs. The scooped neck of her peasant blouse swooped low, revealing a lot of deep, smooth cleavage almost to her stiff nipples.

She had previously placed a bottle of red wine next to the couch and now she took it up, drinking straight out of the bottle. It was a full-bodied Hungarian wine, in keeping with her role. Her tongue flicked out and her ruby red lips caressed the rim of the bottle.

Tommy stared at that passionate peasant mouth as she slugged on the wine bottle. It naturally made him speculate as to what her sensual lips could do on a cock.

"You'reerrr naughty, huh?" he croaked. "Um-hum. I drink a lot and…" she broke off, giving him a lewd wink.

A trickle of wine ran down her chin and splattered onto the upper slopes of her tits, red as blood on the smooth, creamy flesh.

She laughed and lowered her head, arching her back. Her tongue slid out and she licked up the spilled wine from the slopes of her tits.

"Waste not, want not," she murmured.

Tommy was gaping at her, his head spinning. She gave him a really saucy glance.

"Want some, Tommy?" she whispered. Without waiting for him to reply, the wanton woman tilted the bottle up and dribbled some more wine onto her tits and into her cleavage.

Then she thrust her tits out toward him. Tommy thought that he must be dreaming. He stared at her and she grinned and nodded. He lowered his head, a lock of hair falling over his forehead, his face twisted by lust. He began to lap the wine from her tit-cleft.

"Nice?" she purred.

Tommy croaked wordlessly, slurping his tongue up through her deep tit-cleavage. The red wine tasted sweet, served on her hot tit-meat.

She pulled her blouse down and her big tits loomed out naked from the scooped neckline. Her nipples stood out hard and swollen. She poured a little wine on those rosy peaks and Tommy dove on them compulsively. Switching from tip to tip, he nursed the wine from her nipples.