Beth removed her knickers and set cross legged on the bed. She looked down at her pussy and wiped the cum from her knickers all over her smooth swolle... lips. Tim could do nothing but stare at her. Her pubes were waxed to a nice 1inch strip from just below her bikini tan line to her clitoris. From there on she was completely smooth and now covered in his cum. She held out a hand pulling him towards her, "Don’t you want to make me cum now?" she quizzed sweetly. By the time Tim had his tongue. Involuntarily, his hand squeezed her hip as he pulled the pen from her hair. One, if not both, of them groaned as her hair fell in waves to the middle of her back. He could just imagine what it would feel like brushing his chest as she rode him. It took entirely too much strength to give her the pen. She took a deep breath. Clinton was grateful that it took her a moment to regain her composure as well. ‘Please be seated, Mr. Davis.’ Clint chuckled, ‘You know what? Please call me Clint,. Never for a relationship. Just for pleasure, for sexual satisfaction, for relaxation. Not often. Not with many men, but she certainly was not a virgin. Her last partner was the gardener at the mansion. He was a lot older than her, but she enjoyed sex with him. Jimmy here was different. He wanted to see her naked. Not as a freak show. Because of sexual attraction. Her anger was no longer anger. It was sexual excitement. ‘So you wanted to see me undress?’ she concluded from her interrogation, not. The contact of their bodies affected her more than seemed reasonable. She exhaled raggedly. He did too, his lips still against her ear. She tried to move toward his mouth. Once again he tried to half-coyly avoid it, but she held his face still and closed in. His hand moved to her face so slowly that the movement seemed reluctant. His fingers framed her chin, she lifted her face to his, and his mouth descended. When their lips touched there was a surprise waiting for her. His tongue got in her.