Gunn lets his tongue do all the talking.

Using his fierce nature, Gunn decides he would rather take control, he loved to give head to fine women, and Anya was the perfect candidate.

He picked Anya up; she approved wrapping her legs round his waist, Gunn walked with Anya in his arms to the study table, laying her down on the table.

“I need to taste you” Gunn implied, whilst spreading her legs, Anya lifted her ass of the table, so he could roll her dress up, it revealed a sodden wet pair of white cotton panties, they were drenched in cunt juice, this made Gunn even more hornier, inhaling her scent.

He gave her one more wet kiss, at the same instant rolling her wet panties down, dragging them off, over her small feet.

Gunn then buried his head in-between her thighs, not before taking his jacket and shirt off.

The black man, licked at Anya’s pink folds, rubbing his nose onto her clit, Anya outstretched her right arm behind her neck and the other taking a hold of the bald head of Gunn.

Gunn was like a madman, digging into her cunt with his tongue, also spreading her folds with both index fingers.

“oooohhh fuck, fuck me Gunn, fuck me with your tongue” Anya expressed, her back arching from the vibes in her body, her eyes were closed, her small mouth letting out slumbers.

Gunn gave more than his tongue though, he then continued, inserting two fingers from his right hand, licking her folds at the same time.

This sent Anya crazy, her breathing becoming tense, now with the hand that was holding Gunns head, now up under her dress, rubbing her nipples through her bra.

Anya wanted him inside her so badly it hurt; she rose from the table, kicking him off, unzipping his pants. Stripping Gunn down to nothing.

His cock was huge, and as hard as possible, at least twelve inches, and big in girth.

“You want to fuck me big boy?” Anya asked.