Mr. Royce Agrees, Kind Of

"You did good, but you need a little more tutoring if you're going to pass.." Mr. Royce said, sporting a lascivious grin.

Trying to look innocent and demure, Brenda asks, " What more do I need to do, sir?"

"Whatever I tell you to do. Now, sit down on the couch and open your pretty legs," Brenda obeys, stretching out with her legs spread. Mr. Royce drops to his knees, flips up her skirt and stares at Brenda's bald pussy.

"Mr. Royce, what ...what are you doing?" Brenda stammers as Mr. Royce presses his face into Brenda's exposed crotch. She gasps as his tongue delves into the soft, wet folds of her teen pussy. "Oh, Mr. Royce. That feels sooo good! Nobody has ever done to me before." Her hands gravitate to his head, holding him in place as he licks and sucks her emerging clit. Royce spreads her pussy open, thrusting his tongue deep as he drinks in her aromatic and tasty juices.

"Mr. Royce! You're making my kitty all tingly." she gasps, feeling his tongue probe. "What ... what are you doing to me. ... Oh God! ... Don't stop!"

He doesn't. Knowing that she is very, very close to orgasm, he is determined to drink her cum directly from her cunt. He rubs his nose against her clit while stabbing his tongue deep and fast.

Brenda seems to know how he will respond, and gets vocal, begging Royce to make her cum. Sucking her clit, he plunges two fingers into her sopping sex, driving her over the edge. Freeing his hand, he clamps his mouth over her pulsing lips , swallowing the warm sweet liquid, savoring the tangy juices as they flow into his mouth and over his taste buds.