Now Tommy was hoping that his kid sister wouldn't get home for a while.

After all, he could fool around with Belinda every day but this was only a passing visit from his exotic vagabond cousin with her invaginate ways.

He slurped greedily on her tit-tips, suckling up the wine like mother's milk. She poured more into her cleavage and as he delved in to lick it up, she closed her valve-like tit-tips again.

"Ummmmm that's lovely, Tommy," she sighed.

Then she yanked her skirt up above her waist, lifting one foot onto the edge of the couch and opening her shapely thighs wide apart. Sucking on her heavy tits, Tommy stared down into her crotch.

His first glimpse had been correct she wore no panties and her cunt-bush was red as the wine. Her pussy was open, the silt widened into an oval slot and that slot was flowing like a heated honeypot.

"Would you like some more wine, honey?" she rasped.

She lowered the bottle and tipped it over her groin. Wine bubbled into her cunt-slot, ruby red trickles flowing through her creamy cunt-juice.

Tommy was no wine expert but he damned well knew that no fine vintage had ever been served in a sweeter carafe. He slid down from her tits and knelt on the floor, his head hovering over her soaking cunt.

"Drink it, Tommy drink me," the vagabond visitor purred, tilting her cunt up.

Tommy plunged tongue-first into her pussy. His tongue curled in her fuck-slot, spooning out Hungarian wine from her hairy goblet. She poured more onto the plump shelf of her cunt mound and it trickled on down into her gram. Tommy lapped it up like a thirsty wino.

Tommy was cherishing his cousin's creamy cunt.