But then I realized she wasn’t leaving, she wasn’t telling me to go, she was hiking her leg back up onto the back of the chair, pushing the pink c...wgirl hat down farther on her head, and pulling her underwear aside. I saw a brief hint of another tattoo I hadn’t noticed on her leg, cheetah print, and then she was grinding herself into me. I instinctively started licking, bringing my hands around to cup her butt as she moved her hips against me, shoving my tongue even deeper inside. I couldn’t. Oh, yeah. Oh yeah. You got it. It feels so good.” She licked, kissed and nibbled carefully all the way pack to the bulbous head. She ran her tongue around the rim of the head and over the top, collecting the drops of pre-cum leaking from his slit. She was pleasantly surprised that it tasted sweet, not at all salty. She had sampled one boy’s cum on a dare and it was rather salty. This was not sticky and much sweeter. She licked over the slit again and collected more of the moisture. Yep, it was. The next thing Charlie knew she was lying on the moist bed staring at the ceiling and gasping for breath. Joe looked up from between her legs with a wolfish grin. He licked his lips."You taste fucking delicious," he murmured.Joe crawled up on the bed beside her and kissed her lips gently to let her taste. She was still too dazed to fight him much. The fingers of one of his hands ran back and forth through the little tuft of brown hair between her legs."It's your turn," he instructed her in good. For a moment she thought one of her dress buttons had come loose or perhaps had a run in her stockings, but then she remembered she had no buttons on her dress and she was not wearing stockings. ‘Are- you- al-right, my-lord?’ she asked slowly and loudly as thought she was addressing her aunt Agatha who had a hearing problem. The confused look disappeared from his face and he smiled turning her insides warm like the cloudless spring day outside. ‘Yes I’m just not used to being ploughed over by.