Keeps going down on her until he blows her mind

I let her ride out the sensation, then I pulled my mouth away from her crotch and ordered her onto the bed for some more.

“You mean you’re not done?”

“Hell no, I’m not done. That was way too fast, I want to do this properly.”

Elated, Elizabeth flopped onto her back, those breasts bouncing crazily upon impact. I scooted comfortably between her legs and set in for the long haul, gently and teasingly playing my tongue across her most intimate regions. She grabbed up handfuls of the bed sheet and whimpered noisily, clearly not caring if anyone could hear us.

Secretly, I hoped that our neighbors were listening in. I imagined Stephanie and Simon rousing from their naked slumber, following the sounds of Elizabeth’s pleasure until they were standing behind the bathroom door, spying on us through the slats just as we had spied on them the previous night.

The thought spurned me on, and I slowly walked two of my fingers up Elizabeth’s left leg and slid them into her cunt. As I pushed forward, I crossed those fingers one on top of the other to create a new and exciting shape inside of her, then rolled my wrist back and forth, twisting that shape while I heartily licked at every sensitive millimeter.

Her moans of pleasure became staggered and incoherent, and I sensed it was finally time to give the girl some relief. I dragged my tongue upwards and bathed her poor, **** clit in loving attention. Below, my twisting fingers uncrossed and began pumping into her, simulating sex with rhythmic, powerful thrusting.

Going down on Elizabeth was driving me wild as well. My hard dick throbbed painfully between my legs, furious about being left out of the action.

“Don’t stop!” she screamed, as if I would ever dream of doing such a thing. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t—“

She arched her back, tossing those beautiful tits up towards the ceiling as her breath seized for a few, blissful seconds—

Elizabeth purred out a long, satisfied sigh. I continued to tongue her pussy for a couple minutes after, enjoying the hell out of the little orgasm-aftershocks she kept having.

Finally spent, she moved away from me and propped herself up on her elbows—causing the two succulent melons on her chest to sway in a manner I found most inviting. I wanted her so bad I couldn’t believe it.

“That was—mmm… I missed that.”

I beamed at the compliment.

“Should I do you, now?” she asked.