Cally began moaning piteously as she felt powerful sensations overriding all other emotions and body functions. "Oh, Denny… Denny! Pleeeaaassseeee! Denny? Denny?" The last was almost a shout as his teeth clamped the sensitive almond bud of her clitoris and began nibbling gently. "Oh, God!" she gasped, then fell back against the couch, weakened by the intense feeling and sudden uncontrollable hunger down between her helplessly trembling legs. She made one last protest. "Don't. It's wrong… dirty… perverted."

Denny looked up, his face shining with his own saliva and her excitedly flowing cuntal juices. "Stop fighting it, Cally. You know and I know that you're enjoying what I'm doing to your wonderful pussy."

"Please… don't talk like that… so dirty," she moaned.

"Ooooooh, but you like it, don't you, don't you my angel… you like my tongue in your cunt…" He lowered his chin and ran his hot hard tongue along one side of her outer layer of vulva, watching her as he did so. Her face grimaced, not in disgust, but in what was obviously a losing battle for self-control.

She was his now. This beautiful young virgin was his. He could tell that her hot little pussy was in command of her body and mind now, and God! He didn't know when a piece of tail had gotten him so all out excited before.

He let his eyes feast hungrily on the now fully blossomed cunt lips which had grown in size and color since he had begun his ministrations. There was life in those cuntlips, so beautifully framed with incredibly soft pale golden pubic curls. One single drop of her seeping pussy juice clings like a small translucent pearl to the little blonde curls like a dewdrop on a yellow rose. And as he watched her moistening cunt now it puckered and unpuckered in sensual excitement, driving him almost mad with lust.