It's just too close to call

That tongue, that God damn prehensile tongue. It wrapped up along the length of my cock in an unbelievably tight, but still somehow completely gentle manner. I swear I felt the sheets start to rip my grip on them was so hard.

But that tight, constricting hold. She was unintentionally trying to wring me dry. I wouldn't quit though. I gently began to caress Gina's supple and soft thighs. Feeling the tight, hard muscles hidden under these dancers legs ungulate at my touch.

I almost lost it when Gina started to moan in pleasure. Gently, and ever so softly, I spread her dark green folds. The sweet nectar of her arousal started to seep forth. "Such a pretty little pussy..." My soft and low voice of approval was rewarded by Gina thrusting her crotch up towards my face, silently begging me to quench her increasing need.

"Shonny! Please!!" With a wet, slobbering pop, Gina stopped trying to squeeze my soul out of my cock. Her begging and thrusting increasing in frantic need as I continued to gently need her thighs and lightly blow on her pussy. "Duuude stop!!" "It hurts!"

Gina's tearful plea shakes the proverbial cobwebs "huh? Wah?." It was like trying to de-tangle from an **** version of twister, but Gina and I soon found ourselves seated across from eachother. It took Gina a couple of tries to find a comfortable seat. I felt pretty bad seeing her in pain. "Gina I..."

"YOU CHEATED!" I....er....uh... "Cheated?" Wait a second! " Who are you calling a cheater miss Anaconda tongue!?" Her forehead was pressing into mine as we both growled at eachother. "Anaconda tongue!? That's rich coming from you mr. Tasty cock!"