He can't resist Anya's ..charms

You don't have much chance to resist, as Anya unceremoniously shoves your face down in between her splayed thighs. The vixenish brunette holds your head there, directing your tongue with her tugs at your hair. Her thighs close around your head, holding you in place.

The peanut butter is of course a much thicker and stickier consistency than the grape jam you just licked off her girlfriend's snatch, and it requires repeated lappings of your tongue just to rid the silky skin of the peanut butter.

As you hear Anya let out a breathy sigh above you, you wonder if the school hottie didn't deliberately pick the slice with the brown glop specifically for that reason.

Anya's hand at the back of your head urges you onward, and your tongue slips between the tight folds of her pulpy pussyslit.

"Aagh, yes, Paul! I think you deserve a reward for your hard work!" Anya softly coos as she humps her ass off the vinyl benchseat and pushes her needy pussy into your mouth, as she comes in your face.

They let you back up onto the seat between them. As you wait for Anya to catch her breath, you look down at your bared dick. It is completely soaked with your leaking pre-cum. It shivers in expectation of your reward.

You see Anya adjust her skirt to cover her spit-slick snatch and reach into your brown paper bag again. This doesn't seem to be what you expected.