She lays underneath him, catch his cock neatly in her mouth as they 69. When she swishes her tongue over his head, raising her head to take his cock all the way in her throat, he goes down on her maniacally: a juicy riot of flicking and suction and circles with his tongue – now lax, now pointed and vicious.
Sometimes, his intensity causes her to forget that she is going down on him, or to let his cock slip out of her mouth and trail along her cheek while she breathes hard and rhythmic. When she is moments from orgasm, she props herself up toward his cock on one elbow, lightly juggling his balls in one hand, cradling his cock in the other, sliding her face feverishly along his cock. Licking up the shaft, then in a hard twist around the head, down the other side of the shaft, working both hands in opposition to her mouth to create constant movement.
He presses his mouth into her and goes down on her with more intensity, like his whole tongue is somehow inside her clitoris, trying to lick its way out. She grows blind and groping in her attentions. His cock is dripping with her saliva, and she drags her cheeks in the lubrication as she tongues him, swiveling her whole head in time with the grunts he snuffles across the base of her thighs.
Moments after he cums, she drops her head to the sheets, neck muscles aching. Her cheeks are shellacked with, positively saturated with drool. When she lifts her head back up, a moist impression of her profile is soaked into the sheet.
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