Tongue

You nod and grin, "Get that cunt on my tongue, slut," you say, feeling a brief flash of inspiration and a surge of want.

"Oooh," Jane says with a wicked grin. "Getting all commanding, are we?" She lowers her dripping fuckhole to your mouth and you take a long, slow lap of her from ass to clit. She grabs a fistful of your hair and grinds your mouth into her juicy cunt. The taste is different somehow. Thicker, sweeter, saltier than you were expecting.

She's delicious.

"Mmmm, keep doing....fu...that..." she pants, her breath catching in her throat. You've never heard her do that before when eating her out. Something's got her super worked up. You open your eyes and look up her shirt and you see writing all over her bare mound and even on the underside of her tits. Some of the names have hash marks behind them, and your mind goes crazy with what that could mean. Your cock bucks like mad, slapping your stomach as it moves.

The more you lick, the more her juices flow from her cunt. You notice how red and tender it looks, and you suck and lap harder. The harder you lick, the more viscerally she twitches, the more juice flows from her, and the more she moans like a whore. You keep eating her, listening to her ragged gasps and moans, her fingers tightening and relaxing in your hair as she rides the orgasms racking her body. Eventually she comes down and pass out on you, falling slowly on your body, her ass sandwiching your cock between the twin tight globes.

Her shirt falls up to her ribs and you're seeing a lot of signatures on there. There has to be over a dozen different ones, but some of them have smeared. All in all you count 20 signatures, most with multiple hash marks, especially over her stomach and over her cunt. Then you see Jason's name and you don't think your cock could get harder if it had to.