She crossed her ankles behind my back, pulling me down even harder.I knelt up and in a savage move, stripped her knickers from her legs and re-planted...my tongue to her clit. Her juices were streaming from her and my face slipped in the delicious liquid fire as she slid my tongue against her engorged cherry. I did no more than hold my head firm as she fucked my probing tongue, rasping it across her, determined to get every last ounce of pleasure from it.I slid two fingers into her and combined. Her large breasts were entirely covered by her a thin see-through bra. Her black nipples were erect and looked like they were gong to poke a hole through the material. But she unzipped her skirt first and kicked it in my direction when it fell to the ground. I picked it up and folded it over the back of the chair. She had told the truth about her thong. It was very small and the narrow piece of linen between her thighs covered only a small part of her large black bush. I noticed the black linen. As she reaches her orgasm she lifts her soaking pussy off my mouth. Moving from me she sits in her chair and suggests that I may like to wash my face. As I stand in front of the mirror I smile as I see that my face is smeared with her juices and my hair is wet and sticky. Thinking that it is all over I move towards my discarded clothes when she says, “The experiment isn’t over. You’re still hard and I want to feel that steel rod inside me.” Smiling just at the thought I ask, “What’s your name?”. At this point we are finished the main course of the meal and you ask if you could please serve us desert, to which I tell you that desert is already at the table and you watch as I undo my belt and slide my pants down to my mid thighs. As you look through the table you see the bulge in my underwear and with a smile push your chair away and move under the table. As I lift my hips slightly from the chair you pull my pants off me and then slide your hands up to my chest pushing my shirt up as you.