Oh daddy."He pressed into her with his tongue to pass it through the pink inner lips, to enter her tight young vaginal tunnel. Going in deeper and dee...er, he twisted his tongue, trying to go as far as possible, his nostrils in search of that awesome aroma. Looking up at her beautiful face, he could see she had her eyes closed as a blissful crease spread across her lips. He savored her fluid and breathed in her vaginal fragrance.Hearing moans of pleasure escaping her lips, he flicked his tongue. Emily licked, lathing her tongue over the smooth metal of the bowl but was finding it difficult to keep it in one place. As Emily tried harder to reach the dregs at the bottom of the bowl, it would tip over and start moving across the table and she would have to stop licking and pull it back towards her by hooking the rim of the bowl with her chin.It did not take long for Emily to clean the bowl. She had not even managed to lick one mouthful of the bland, lumpy gruel. Emily stood up, at. And lots of it. She'd never gotten especially good at it and rarely initiated the act on her own, but was willing to do it without (significant) complaint for special occasions, if asked. She normally tended to just keep the head in her mouth and let her hands and tongue do most of the work, not bobbing her head very much or trying to force his cock deeper back into her throat.Tonight seemed different. She felt very nasty and wicked, performing sex virtually out in public, instead of behind. I wet my finger then rubbed it lightly between my hanging pussy lips. They shined in the mirror with my spit on them. I slipped my finger up inside my pussy and started to run it in and out of it. My big boobs bounced slightly as I fingered my pussy. I added two more fingers to my pussy and I went to town shoving them in and out as fast as I could. I was soon squirting juices from my pussy. My juices flowed freely as they splashed against the mirror and ran down both of my thighs. I brought my.