Of course—starting now

Rather than answering Jenna with words, I put my mouth to a better purpose. I kiss her gently and tenderly, but thoroughly. She responds almost shyly at first, but soon with growing passion. As we kiss, I cover one of her small, shapely tits with a hand, gently fondling it and rubbing her nipple against my palm. It’s not long before her nipple is a hard little dome against my skin.

By the time I break off the kiss, I can feel Jenna’s heart starting to pound. She moans softly as my lips follow her jawline to her neck; I hear a sharp intake of breath when I detour up to suck her earlobe into my mouth and give it a nip. I nuzzle her neck and shoulder for a while, feeling her humming in pleasure at my touch, then gently push her over onto her back. While my fingers dance and twirl around her nipple and across her soft breast, I trail kisses down her clavicle toward the other one. Soon, I’m sucking in small mouthfuls of satiny skin and springy titflesh, caressing them with my lips and tongue. I spiral around, avoiding that nipple, as I lightly pinch and rub the other one.

“More, baby—more—more—” Jenna moans. “Love my tits—love my little girls—you make me feel so beautiful—desirable—wanted—”

“You’re addictive, sexy girl,” I murmur into her breast. “‘Desirable’ just isn’t strong enough.”

“Make me feel it, lover,” she pants. “Make me feel it . . .”

I capture her titbud with my lips and suck it as deep into my mouth as I can, flicking and lashing it with my tongue. I tweak the other one, then give it a swipe with my thumb. Jenna shudders and lets out a soft, high-pitched moan. “Fuck,” she breathes, “I’ve never cum from just my tits before, even a little . . .”

I leave her delectable little boobs behind and shift down her body, stopping to tongue-fuck her belly button for a moment; Jenna giggles and wiggles at the attention. When I reach her small, shaved mound, she heaves a long, happy sigh and spreads her legs wide. I cup her ass in my hands, enjoying the feel of her tight, toned globes, and lift her quim to my mouth like an old-fashioned drinking bowl. I hear her whimper in anticipation as I bury my face in her sex and take a deep, long breath. With pleasure, I settle down to a long, leisurely meal of pussy.

Jenna’s ass cheeks tighten and flex against my palms as I lap at her quim. She has a gourmet pussy, and I want to lick it as clean as I possibly can. She mewls softly and her hands wander distractedly through my hair while my tongue runs unhurriedly up and down her slit, teasing and stroking her delicate inner lips. I put my lips on hers, and hear her breathe, “I love that, baby. Kiss my little pussy . . . love my pussy . . .”

I keep Frenching her twat, and before I can lap up all her girl-cum, more is starting to flow. I swirl my tongue around the mouth of her honeypot, sucking gently, trying to collect as much of her spicy-bittersweet nectar as I can. “More—more—” Jenna pants. “I need more—finger me—my clit—please . . .” I don’t give her what she wants right away, though. I massage her ass cheeks and let my tongue keep dawdling around her twat, letting the intensity of her pleading build for a while. When her body starts to quiver and shake, I slip one hand around into her sex and start teasing her inner lips. “My clit—my clit—” she urges me. “Finger me—tongue-fuck me—please, Andrew—please, more—more—”

When I finally give in and push my plumped-up tongue into her fuckhole, I hear an explosive gasp of relief. That gasp quickly turns to a squeal when I swipe my middle finger across her love button, which has come out to play. “Yeah, baby, just like that,” Jenna moans, her voice high and breathy. “Just like that—rub my clit—push my button—push my fuckbutton—fuck me with that big tongue . . . Eat that hot little cunt, lover—eat me out from the inside . . .” I thrust my tongue as deep as it will go, then hold it stiff and start moving my head back and forth to pump her with it. She moans my name and tells me over and over how good it feels.

I can’t do that for long, so when my neck starts to hurt, I push my tongue back in as deep as it will go, then start flexing it in Jenna’s tunnel. I rub her clit in circles, and I shift my body so I can reach the other hand up to fondle one of her tits. “Fuck yeah lover that’s good, that’s good, that’s so fucking good . . . Rub my clit—pinch my nipple—eat my sweet pussy—you eat me so fucking good, I’m so horny, you’ve got me so fucking high—cumming soon, so close, just like that, just don’t stop don’t stop don’t you dare fucking stop— . . . Make me cum, baby, eat that horny fucking pussy and make me cum on your sweet tongue—make me cum all over your face—all over—all—I’m—cumm—Andrew!”

Jenna’s legs clamp around my head so hard, my ears hurt as she cums like a Roman candle. Her hips buck, her body goes stiff, and she shrieks so loudly I can hear her clearly even through her thighs. Her fucktunnel pulses and roils around my plundering tongue as I rub it over her G-spot, and her juices spread over my face.

When her legs unlock, I shift quickly and suck her clit into my mouth. I twirl my tongue around it and pull on it with my neck muscles as I stab two fingers into her cunt. I rub her G-spot and suck harder on her button, as though it were a particularly thick milkshake. Jenna shrieks and grabs my head with both hands, pulling me tight to her quim. She seems to be trying to say something, but she can’t put two syllables together coherently, so what comes out is a broken gabble. She teeters on the edge for an amazingly long time before another climax explodes into my face, this one even longer.