Tongue her

Tiffany seems to like it rough — or at least, she’s doing a great job of acting that way. That’s just as well, because as horny as she has gotten me, I don’t want to waste a lot of time by slowly and erotically removing her clothing. As I pull at her clothing, she eagerly assists, reaching over and tugging at my hard cock in between each article of attire. When she is naked, I take her by the shoulders and kiss her roughly, backing her against the sofa.

She falls back into a seated position, but I put my hands on her sides and lift her, helping her rise up to sit on the back of the sofa, with her back against the wall. I kneel on the sofa, lift her right leg and thrust it over my shoulder.

With her vagina right at my eye level, I look up at her and watch her hungry expression as I thrust my index finger inside her and begin to rapidly pump in and out.

“You really are wet, aren’t you?” I ask, adding my middle finger to the fingerfuck. “Have you been doing anything at all today, other than dreaming about my dick?”

Tiffany squirms under my touch and grasps her tits, fingering her nipples for the camera. “I fucking love your awesome cock, Jeremy! You fucked me so hard this morning when you woke me up, and all I could do was remember how it felt when you ripped into me!”

I pull my fingers part way out of her slit and move them to the lower part of her vagina. I lean in with my face and drive my tongue inside her, zeroing in on her clit. She cries out, “Oh, shit! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” I feel Tiffany place both feet on my shoulders and arch her back, forcing her crotch hard against my face.

I’m having so much fun that I momentarily forget that I’m supposed to be acting. When I remember, I pull my mouth off her cunt, lick my lips, and say, “You like that, don’t you? You’re quite the little slut.”

“I am.... I am a slut.... I’m YOUR slut, Jeremy!”

I feel her grasp my hair with both hands, urging me to resume tonguing her clit. My tongue darts in and out rapidly, striking and flicking her hard, swollen nub.

Our dialogue falters a bit at this point. Admittedly, I can’t really talk with my mouth full the way it is. Tiffany can be excused, as well. Although she is not speaking coherently, her high-pitched cries of, “Ungh!” “Ohhh!” and a low guttural sound that is more animal than human more than make up for it.

Her crotch gyrates and pumps hard and fast against my face, even as her hands push my head even harder against her. I bite my tongue at one point because of the intensity of her movement, but the steady flow of juices from her pussy tell me that not everything she is doing is mere acting for the camera.

When I feel her entire body harden up and she nearly pulls two handfuls of hair out of my scalp, I know that my tongue and fingers have triggered a powerful orgasm. I continue to lap up her juices, even as she regains control of her body and begins to resist my continued stimulation of her sensitive clit.