He rose on his hands and latched his elbows. Gaping down at her, he smirked.
"How about a little sixty-nine?"
"Ooo—" was all she had to assert.
He whirled around and settled her.
No sooner had she grabbed his beautiful cock in her hand than he lapped her gash from the bottom of her labia to the lid of her apex. She tugged.
"So not fair," she whimpered.
"Why not?"
"I can't get your full cock in my maw from this stance. I guess it's the height difference."
"Yeah, I'm pretty lengthy in the body. I surmise you'll simply have to wait." He went back to lapping her clit.
"Ohhh…mmm…" She was apt to run her tongue around the tip of his cock, so she wet it completely, sucked the head, and pumped the shaft with her hand.
His groan let her realize he was receiving lots of pleasure.
He enhanced his pace, flicking her clit with his tongue nearly as fast as a hummingbird quakes its wings.
