He briefly slides his tongue across and says “like that?”. “No, more. Deeper, suck my clit and eat my pussy. Make me cum on your face.” I ...ell him as I'm trying to push my pussy into his face.He flicks his tongue across my clit, I strain to push myself against his mouth. He chuckles and flicks his tongue across me again. I moan with pleasure. He pushes his tongue harder and deeper and tastes my juices that have been flowing freely by all this teasing. He buries his mouth on my cunt and. Dr Wagner needed a volunteer for his sex clinic. They were seriously underfunded, so it was pretty clear that whoever took the job would be doing it mainly for love--in Darla's case, for the sheer adventure of serving large numbers of men in all kinds of different ways. Darla and I had talked for years about such fantasies, weaving them into our foreplay, and so when Dr Wagner mentioned that he needed a volunteer, I was sure Darla would like the idea. And did she! I can still remember her. Susie wasmethodical, staring slow and every minute or so she would increase thespeed which in turn increased the volume of the moans coming from Liz.Shane had heard the front door open while he was upstairs putting somecloths on after his shower. When Liz did not immediately come up, hefigured she was making breakfast or just watching television. In themeantime, he began to sort through some work that he had brought home.Nothing that was really important, but stuff he needed to at least. ‘I think that she might be unconscious. She was plowed pretty hard by that semi.’ ‘Affirmative dispatch, this unit 385,’ Rachel’s weak voice echoed through the connection in his ear. ‘She’s alive!’ he said as intense relief flooded his system. ‘Status, unit 385?’ A long silence followed. ‘Sir, can you see the officer?’ the dispatcher asked. ‘No. But give me a minute. I’m going down there.’ Sergio replied as he slipped his cell phone into his suit pocket before grabbing one mangled edge. He.