Reggie's Tongue

Reggie knew an invitation when he heard one. He had expected Betty to protest his action, but, instead, she was taking charge. Reggie didn't mind; the thought of fucking the object of his desire was well worth it.

Reggie lowered his head between Betty's legs, wrapped his arms around her thighs, locked his hands behind her tight ass, and lifted her pussy to his mouth. With her pussy elevated and open, Betty was eager for Reggie's tongue. He didn't disappoint.

Reggie wiggled the tip of his tongue through Betty's pussy, forcing open her slit. He tingled her clit, then returned to her slit. In and out, he probed and lashed. His tongue worked in deeper and deeper. Reggie pulled Betty closer, forcing her pussy open wider. He began lapping up the juices that were now flowing freely.

"Aaaah, yes! That's it, Reggie, baby! Lick me good!" Betty moaned.

Reggie continued his tongue fucking. Betty was getting wetter and more open. He captured her swollen clit between his lips and lashed the tiny bud with his tongue, whipping it repeatedly.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Betty was rocking and rolling. Reggie held her tight aand close. He kept tonguing her clit; she came and came.

"Oh, God! Enough!" Betty begged.

Reggie released his grip. Betty dropped down onto her bed. Reggie knelt between her spread legs looking down at her wet, open pussy. His cock had never felt so hard.