She tightened her legs around his head. His ears felt fantastic against the naked insides of her thighs and she grabbed his hair and tugged on it and pressed her passionate pussy harder against his mouth.
“Oooh, do it some more, Mr. Hal,” she urged, practically sobbing.
She pumped her hips up and down, practically forcing his tongue to impale her slippery little twat. Each jab into her gash was sheer heaven to Annie. His tongue was hot and slippery and squirmy. It was tapered and the deeper it sank into her juicy little snatch the wider open she was stretched. The stretching felt wonderful. Her cunt lips gaped open and shivered with excitement. She couldn’t help the automatic reflex which squeezed her cunny tight around his tongue, threatening to throw it out of her snatch.
The tingle-around her hole was fantastic. But the little girl breathed deep and sighed at what was going on inside her.
The hot length of Hal’s tongue wormed up her hole and it felt to Annie like she was stuffed with something incredibly long and warm. And then, to top that, Hal kept wiggling the tip of his tongue deep inside of her and she wanted to swoon when his tongue tip caressed the insides of her little cunny.
“I feel sooo strange,” she groaned to Hal.
Indeed she did. She felt like she wanted to pee-but she couldn’t because Hal’s tongue filled her little peephole completely. It was like a cork in a bottle.
And the pressure was building inside Annie.
Annie had opened her eyes and she noticed the front of Hal’s pants bulged lewdly and there was a big wet spot. But, while she was curious that a man Hal’s age could wet his pants, she didn’t say anything. She couldn’t.