With a tickle on Peter's nose.

Peter drifted in dreams of wandering through the distressed cruise ship, hand in hand with Amber from the crew, looking for his family so they could all leave together on a lifeboat. Peter was worried they would miss them because Amber kept making them stop so Peter would lick her pussy. As the morning approached, he dimly rose toward wakefulness. There was weight on his chest and a tickling feeling over his nose and mouth.

Peter opened his eyes to find himself staring at the swollen, parted lips of an aroused pussy, the tails of the blonde bush tickling his face. The scent of female excitement filled his nose. He felt a hand lift his cock to a warm mouth which sucked in the tip of his cock, already hard with a morning erection. The wonderful feelings on his cock and the faint rocking of the pussy over his face told him he was looking at the cunt of the woman sucking him.

Peter opened his mouth and stretched out his tongue to complete the figure of 69 and join the morning fun. The woman above him settled her hips down, moving her pussy over Peter's mouth so his tongue would caress every bit of her aroused, slippery vulva. When he licked hard on her erect clit, she sighed loudly. The taste and the sound of her voice told him his morning partner was...