Clean Lydia

Lydia is kneeling beside me, her tongue rolling slowly up my shaft as she cleanses it. I loop a hand around her leg and pull gently, and she side-steps toward me, never missing a beat with her mouth. Finally she nears my shoulder and lifts her leg over my face. Her ginger fur is slick with her fluids, and her folds pout slightly. I reach up and pull her sex to my face, until it hovers a fraction of an inch from my lips. She exhales heavily and takes my cock-head in her mouth, then leans back slightly as I begin to lap at her folds.

I begin on the outside, then slowly move inward until my tongue is circling her entrance, savoring the taste of our sex. Leaning forward, I pull her clit into my mouth and stroke it gently, and she mirrors the motion on my cock-head. I can feel her nipples bumping gently against my chest as I return to her entrance and scoop my tongue in. I feel her moan as she is penetrated, and she flattens against me, urging me deeper.

My tongue swells and I roll it from side to side in her depths, curling and un-curling the tip to stroke her soft insides. Her tongue mimics mine, curling sensuously around my shaft. She lifts again and I retreat, encircling her nub then winding around her entrance, and finally plunging deep into her hot hole as she presses again into my face.

I relish the wet, slippery feelings between my legs as I idly lick the wetness from his slightly softening cock. After a deep breath, I feel his hand between my legs again, pulling me gently toward him. He wants to enjoy the my wetness, too, and I stay centered on his cock as I bring my sex to his face and he positions it for the best view. His cock resumes its firmness and I urge him on by engulfing it as I push my pussy against him.

He starts gently, up and down, working his way inward. The warmth of his tongue contrasts with the cold of the drying fluids. Instead of tonguing my hole immediately, he sucks my clit rhythmically and I feel it swell with the attention. Automatically, I follow his lead on his own member. My clit escapes his lips and his tongue draws down my sex to my entrance where it circles and slips in. My hips crush against him at the penetration, as his organ fills me and swings from side to side like a soft tentacle, its tip tickling deep in my belly.
As I lift my hips again, he returns to my nub briefly, before returning to my entrance and hovering there while I impale myself on his soft, probing tongue.