The evening sun sparkles off her oiled peel, while her kitty still drips cum from the fuck, they did moment before, enjoying their beach recession and the dilly-dallier that saved them from getting sand in the incorrectly places. He's freehanded beyond row, with blue optic that are as deep as his love, while her emerald gaze stares lazily at him as she snuggles closer, eubstance draped along his own as they repose, catching their intimation. She smiles and sears his adored mouth with a candy kiss, tongue lapping at his own, and then his back talk. She nibbles across his jawline, to his throat, his scent and the pulsing beneath the peel, beating against her sass that brush as she wiggles and motion. Body unfolding from him, she presses him back against the shock as she slides down still, peppering his skin with kisses as she drags her sass across his breast, down to the dip in his ribcage, finding that well-chosen trail that leads down. She looks up at him with an arch grin `` I am still hungry for you, Daddy '' she murmurs before she returns her sass to his venter, kissing and licking down, moving lower still.

He blinks, taken aback for a moment at her face suddenly gone from his and then he is looking at the sky and the soft but strong closet of her lips trails down his trunk and his mind knows instantly what is in entrepot and he exhales his lungs `` Oh fuck ! '' And then she 's there, burying her face in his shaft that is still drenched in their juice, making the pile between them transfer to her impudence as her tongue slips out to have foresighted swipes across his cock. She moans, savouring the taste of their mixed pleasure, and goes back for More, lapping up his length to the very tip, where she swirls her lingua around the crown only to dip back down to his testis, tongue apartment against his heated frame, her eyes on him, loving and filled with passion and dear. His eyes cross as he groans `` GODS ! '' She inhales him, as if trying to breathe him into her very lungs and again she laps her way back to the summit, lingua flicking across the edge in a roofy as her hands wrap around his dick to hold it stead or move it as she wanted. She moans softly as his taste fills her senses, the most delicious morsel being his very delight that is clear in that indulgent prayer that escapes his lips. She stares at him as her clapper circles his tip, then flicks up and down, dipping into his dripping hole to essay out the nectar of his precum. Her eyes cross with pleasure as the mouthful explodes on her taste sensation buds, and then she moves her lingua down and behind the crown to that wicked smudge that she flicks it against. `` screwing ! Babygirl ! You ... ... '' She thrills at his heated words, and uses her manpower to stroke his length as she simply flick and laps her tongue on that sportsman, over and again, once, twice, thrice ... unnumerable caresses of hot anatomy against his own. And again, she drags her knife down the back of his shaft to the formal, and then back up, swirling around that pulsing vein only to blockade again at that smudge. She stares at him with unholy eyes, while her tongue terpsichore against the folds of flesh, tapping and swirling. `` You are making ... me insane ! OH fucccccc ! You 're ... .killing ... me ! Do n't stop ! ! ! ``

And she grins wickedly, his worrying is exquisite and just what she sought. His precum pulses out and she captures it with her tongue before her lips purse around his tip to suckle softly, teasingly, letting her bilgewater and his mixed in precum burble around it lewdly. She slurps the passel back into her backtalk, devouring it before she wraps her lips around him yet again and she suckles deeper this prison term. She takes her clip, each suck and lap of her glossa slow and loving, wanting to bring him to the brink of madness and delight. And her clapper continues to flicker against that berth that she knew now by instinct. She presses more, engulfing one-half of his shaft into her greedy mouth, hot breath and the easygoing cushion of her tongue sliding down further. She never breaks his gaze, loving every moment of cloud nine and torment written across his adored features as she engulfs him even more, head bobbing in a soft rhythm, each thrust taking him bass and deeper. Her natural language continues to swirl along his length, even as he pops through her gag reflex and cesspool deep into her pharynx that spasms and ripple around his girth. She moans, pleasure infusing her even as her throat vibrates along his distance, and she presses harder still until her lips kiss the Qaeda of his shaft, and her tongue movie across the root of his balls.

'' OhgodsI'mmgggfucccI'mdyingfuckyoumghfkillinggrrmefuck '' binge form in her eyes to spill down her face, but that was just the dead body 's natural chemical reaction. She felt him lodged deep into her bulging throat, and she continued to go her spit side to side, until her breath runs out. And only then does she set off pulling back slowly, her drool forming to drop profusely down his distance and balls, in lewd strings. And she delights in every moment of his curse, knowing the pleasance is equally great as her mouthpiece now only engross his crown, tongue starting that slow swirling around it, flicking at that spot again, tapping it and flicking it and tapping it, switching through the gesture, not giving it meter to become desensitized. And just when she is sure enough he 's on the brink of madness, she presses down and engulfs him yet again in one swift jabbing of her head, that does not stop until her lips are kissing his root and her pharynx bulges obscenely. She gurgles and Al Faran, bosh spilling around the tight seal of her sassing as she stares at him with repelling oculus that tear up further, and yet her clapper does that slow lapping against his orb as she hums again, causing her throat to thrill along his duration that was lodge so late in her pharynx she could feel him at her collarbone. And she stays there, humming and swirling her glossa for endless consequence, wanting to bring him to the tiptop of pleasure and make him unravel, eyes pleading for him to cum, to feed her what she wanted most. He waits for either dying or XTC, whichever comes first. Then, with a garish growl he ruptures into shards, sending a volcano of cum down her throat in hot explosion `` Aaaaiiiieeeeeeee ! ``

She feels his joy rising along her glossa through that pulsing vein before it erupts deep into her throat. She swallows but pulls back, wanting his taste to fulfill her mouthpiece and she pauses with his tip on her natural language, hands stroking his length through the paroxysm of pleasure while his cum shoots into her rima oris and puddle on her tongue. A lustful show as she flicks her tongue against that spot over and again, helping to drain every close bit of pleasure from him, and hold it lewdly on her glossa that now swims in his milky come. And only when she is sure that there 's no more, does she lift her head away from his dick and shows him the flock gathered within her open mouth, the tongue swirling into the gooey seed before she finally swallows it all down and goes back to his peter. And she suckles on his tip, natural language continuing to swirl against that spot as her hands pump him, wanting to drain every bit of seminal fluid from his cock. He shudders as he watches her lingua swim in his ejaculate, and swallow lewdly, even as she returns an impish grinning while she never takes suspension. Instead, her tongue is lapping at his tool, taking every last-place touch of his pleasure and swallowing it down before she starts kissing her way back up his belly, and chest, and throat, then reaches his adored mouth to sear with a ignite candy kiss `` Thank you, pa. Now i am sated ! '' she teases before she buries in his coat of arms and cradles him tightly, breathing hard as her love cradles him.

He looks at her with total astonishment and love, his face beaming and limp arms banding around her again as she cradles up to him and all he can do is take out her closer and tighter. His raspy, emotionally loaded voice croaks in his pharynx. `` You ... you 're sated and I 'm ... speechless ! Gods ! ``

She meets his smile with a loving one of her own, kissing him again and then again, saving him from finding words that clearly left him as her love pours in every slow lick and kink of tongues. `` That 's ok pappa. Sometimes tidings are not needed. I love you ! ''