"Eat my pussy," Olivia growled. "Eat it."
She grabbed Melvin's hair and forced his face into her crotch. Melvin's nose banged into the mound just above her slit, making Olivia moan above him, her nails digging harder into his scalp. His glasses tilted on his nose, and Melvin scrambled to pull them off and push them to safety before anything got out of hand. He made a mental note to remember where he left them.
Melvin had never given a woman oral sex before and wasn't sure where to start. Well, he might as well learn now. What if Courtney ever wanted him to perform oral on her? He began to lick around Olivia's pussy lips, tasting the salty and tangy fluids that had began to seep there. Surprisingly, he found it didn't taste half bad; in fact, he kinda liked it.
He tried slipping his tongue past the lips and into Olivia's moist love canal. She was so hot there, he could feel the warmth on his face. This drew an intake of breath from Olivia above him. He began to orchestrate his head back and forth, forcing his tongue in and out of her in rhythm.
Remembering that women were supposedly very sensitive on their clitoris, he lifted one hand to the mound above her slit and roamed with his fingers until he found a small, hard object that seemed to be jutting up from the area around it.
"Oh yeah, Melvin. Lick my whore's cunt. Lap up that nasty slut syrup I'm brewing for you," Olivia mumbled, lost in a nonsensical ramble of dirty talk. Slut syrup? Melvin tried not to listen to her. He took her clit and rolled it between two fingers, applying pressure but not enough to cause pain... or so he hoped.
"Oh, there it is! You found it! Eureka! That's clit gold! Mine that shit for cum now, you fucking pleasure detective," Olivia continued her sexual discourse.