Shaun presses his face against her crotch.

I was enraptured by the sight of Anna's exposed body in front of me. Despite myself, I slowly leaned forward, till my nose was nestled in the tangle of hair above her cunt. The strong, acrid scent of urine filled my nostrils, but at this moment it was the hottest thing I'd smelled. I eagerly pressed my face against her body, pushing my mouth against the slick lips of her cunt. Anna stirred above me, and pushed her hips forward, making her wet slit rub against my mouth.

I started lapping at her, tasting the salty juices of her arousal. Anna moaned in response, grinding her hips against me more fervently. I shifted so my lips were planted over the hood of her clit, and sucked the stiff nub into my mouth. As I sucked hard on it, a gush of liquid squirted out from between her puffy pink lips and splashed over my chin. I couldn't tell if it was an expulsion of cunt juice, or even more piss from her apparently limitless bladder, but my tongue darted down to lick up the salty liquid.

As I ate her out, Anna seemed to come out of her drunken stupor. "Shaun?" she said in a confused and halting voice. Her question immediately turned into another moan as I sucked hard on her clit again. "Ugh, fuck," she gasped. "I don't care.. just don't stop!" Her head was thrown back and her eyes were shut tight, but her mouth was open and panting. A low whine started deep in her throat, and grew into a howl. One of her hands clutched her heavy breast, squeezing and tugging on the stiff nipple. I felt the other grab the back of my head and thrust it between her slick thighs again. Her legs quivered and clamped around my face, keeping it pressed against her wet cunt and bush.

"Don't stop, don't stop," she kept muttering, humping my face mindlessly, before letting out a high-pitched cry. Another flood of wetness splashed out across my face. Anna's thighs clenched hard, locking around my head, holding me tight for a moment before relaxing. She sighed and slumped against the glass wall of the shower, releasing her grip on my hair. I licked my lips, savouring her salty flavour, and stood up, standing face to face with her.

Anna looked at me with a dazed expression on her face, part drunk, part post-orgasmic haze, and smiled. "Mm, you eat pussy well, roomie," she said, putting a hand on my shoulder and pulling me toward her. The towel was still around my waist, but my erection was poking out between the folds, hard and proud. As our wet bodies pressed together, my cock was trapped between us, pressing against the slight curve of her stomach.