She pushed her pussy to me firm as we reached a rhythm of my tongue in her pussy. My fingers joined in, moving on her clit. She began to fuck my tongu..., faster and moan loud as her build up of a climax was climbing up&hellip,.I sped up my finger on her clit, causing her to jolt and call my name saying how much pleasure I was giving her. She squeezed my head tight with her hands and moved her hips fast into my awaiting tongue. She stiffened up and got on her tip toes and yelled my name with an. I teased gently, "Are you a wicked little girl?"Her eyes smoldered. "Yes!" Does our wicked little girl want her wicked boy to make her feel nasty?"Her eyes closed. She had the look of a deep, dizzying swoon on her face. Her hand gripped my shoulder. "Oh, Steven. Oh."I gave her a soft kiss while my hand cruised over her breasts and I let a finger trail around and around a jutting nipple.I raised my head and looked down at Martha's naked, spread body. Her right arm gripped my shoulder and her. "Well, if it's any consolation, half the band is going to be naked", I said.We ran through a rehearsal, and then it was time to go home. At least we got to get dressed again. "How about coming over to the house with me and killing our homework?" I asked her. "Will your mother be home?" she asked. "My folks have this thing about being chaperoned". "Yeah, she'll be there; maybe she'll even let you stay for Crock-Pot night". She asked, "What's Crock Pot night?" I told her, "One night a week, she. Her predatory lips moved in, opening in a wide "O" of tightly pressed muscle. Over the hugely massive crown knob, her lips pouted.Then she sucked!She sucked, pulling on the ponderous head. She sucked as her tongue whipped and lashed over its agitated surface. She sucked delighting in the fatness of the manmeat she possessed.He groaned and his lips lurched forward. At least half of his length plunged into her mouth, vanishing into her face.She gulped and sucked in her breath through her nostrils.