Tina kept gently nursing on my d**k after she had gotten every drop out of me. She still had that blissful, c**k-drunk look in her vacant gaze. My eyes went from her face down the smooth curve of her neck to her huge breasts. I licked my lips and recalled how her thick n*****s had filled my mouth, and then I let my gaze continue down to the curve of her hip and her puffy p***y right in front of me. I leaned forward and gave her c**t a gentle lick.
She gasped around my c**k and finally pulled her mouth from me.
"Please, don't," she whimpered. "I'm still too sensitive."
"Okay. Sorry about that," I replied softly. Then I looked at her lovely face and narrowed my eyes. "Tina, I have to ask; how the hell are you still single? You're amazing."
She sighed and stroked my c**k, looking from it
