Britney tries to take stock of the situation but her nerves sends wonderful, distracting, signals!

With a jolt her head flows back. Britney tries to take stock of the situation but her nerves sends her wonderful, distracting, signals. She smiles when Mike is kneeling on the floor, chin resting on hands intertwined over her knees, eyes peering playfully up at her. She tries to thank him but her breathing is still too shallow. Her heart skips when she sees that smile grow into a teasing smirk. To late she realizes the portent of his motion.

Mike's tongue slides firmly over her mound, traveling down before piercing her depths. She has expected the action, but from a different source. A tongue is far more nimble then his manhood and he slides his deftly in. He traces the most sensitive nerves and muscles at the top of her opening before sliding out and wandering back up to her engorged lust.

Around the base he flits, shifting aside protective flesh. Firmly he presses, tracing the base of her flowering need. Close on the heels to their previous torment she is screaming instantly. His tongue travels laps around her, his chin pressing tauntingly at the crest of her hole, his lip against the soft skin above. Mike's tongue drops once more to probe the clutching entrance to her core. Britney struggles to breath through the excruciating ecstasy. Up his tongue returns, chin and lips locking in place and doubling the illusory pressure threatening once again to erase her consciousness. Hips rock and twist in a rebellious effort to quicken the process.

His tongue departs for a moment and the world froze. Britney screams, pure and loud, her pleasure. Molten joy leaps through her veins, liquid ecstasy racing across every nerve as he does something she had never felt. Petals peel back and her tiny lust burstes forth on its own as Mike sucks in. Gentle hands become iron manacles about her hips in that timeless moment of initial explosion.

The world returns. Britney is on fire, yet frozen, as her body sends conflicting reports. She tries to escape, tries to cajole, bargain, beg, threaten, anything! But Mike's hands remain unmoved. He adjusts his mouth and her most sensitive flesh leaps forward and back at his call sending her closer and closer to oblivion.