Take "Special Time" up a notch

Hopkins's cock stiffened. She looked so plump and pretty. He wanted nothing more than to plunge it inside as quickly as possible.

"Is okay, I know you want."

It was as if a ocean wave washed over him, as he suddenly caught the scent of her sex and perfume. The perfume was sweet and fruity, of raspberries and lavander, and her sweat was heady, the fragrance of her sex made Hopkins's head spin to the point where he almost felt sick; but it was just the queeziness of excitement and anticipation. Her folds were extremely inviting, slightly curling as it continued on downwards towards the cush pillows of her buttocks. Hopkins curtly grabbed her by the legs, pulled her towards him so abruptly that the covers of the bed folded in on each other and she yelped, and then he fell to his knees like a follower of a goddess, his face inches from her. As if the room had gotten wintery cold his breath was visible and the air was so inebriatingly thick that his actions were almost not his own.

"What you doi-OH! OOOoooohhhh...~"

She melted. Her limbs were so loose and relaxed that she resembled a puddle of green water. She was lying back comfortably, and between short bursts of intense licking Hopkins looked up to see her head hidden behind the bottom of her large, pillowy breasts. It was quite pleasant to see them jiggle as she slowly rocked her body in tandem with his licks. But the taste, oh the taste! Such heavenly delight! The little dabs of perfume she had applied to herself down there in an almost prothetic preperations for what was happening right now disappeared into his saliva rather quickly, but it was then replaced swiftly by her own natural secretions to the point of ridiculous wetness; it was like a kitten lapping from a bowl; eagerly, with quick lashes of the tongue that did repetitions of ups and downs, with changes in the pressure and some slight variations in movements from time to time to vary it up and insure that his deliverence of pleasure did not grow too dull too quickly. His tongue flicked and prodded, licked and burrowed, and a goblins tongue was long indeed, to the point where his jaw ached and he grew short of breath; but he would not dare stop for not only giving Sherry pleasure gave him pleasure, but this act gave him such a hard stiffy that it was intollerably enjoyable to bear it.

"Your tongue... is nice! Like that! Yes! Yes!"

Her thighs viced Hopkins's head tight, but Hopkins did not stop it but embraced it; his hands rested on their outside, keeping them shut around his head like a crushing pair of earmuffs, as if to stop her from spreading her legs again; stopping her from alleviating and recuperating from her hightened state of ecstasy; there would be no way he would let her lose her pleasure, to reset to normal. He would make her feel good, and that was final. With each lap of the tongue her cute whimpers grew more frantic, more primal, turning into growls and moans of an animal uncaged for the first time. Her hands flittered, unsure what to do, unsure where they should be, so they went between states of grabbing the bedsheet, grabbing Hopkins's hair, and clutching at her own breasts, pinching and holding them down tight under her palms. She whimpered pathetically as his tongue began to viciously jab over and over and over again, till it was almost raw and dry and at its most sensitive. He continued past the tremendous pain in his jaw, the terrible ache in his tongue, such delicious irony juxtaposed next to the euphoric taste and sensation he himself was having. Just the continuous twitching of his cock made him cum there and then, but Sherry beat him to it.

She nearly crushed his head like a melon. Her body shook violently, frantic howling of pure bliss, of hights she had never felt before.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahhhh! AAAAaaaaaa..."

She calmed down slowly, whimpering and bursting out small quiet 'ah!'s as time passed by. Hopkins slowed the pace of his tongue gradually, until he stopped completely.

"That really nice! I never feel like that before! I-"

She was cut off as Hopkins pulled her closer to him again, to the point where her butt was just barely still on the bed. There was a animalistic glint in his eye, and a terrified and wide-eyed look in hers, and it only then dawned on Sherry that he was not done yet; not when he had yet to be pleasured, not when his cock was so ready and erect, its veins bulging so that the red of the blood could be almost seen through the thick, dark green of his skin.

"Hey, you only pay for one sesh-"

"Oh hush!" He interrupted her, slapping his palms hard against her buttocks and grabbed a nice, plump handfull. "I pay fair and square! Licking was just your tip!"