Bobbi's hungry lips moved down to the wrinkled scrotum, kissing it and licking at it where it joined to the thick root of his upstanding c**k. She licked furiously, covering everything with a coating of saliva. With long, wide sweeps, her tongue painted his balls, making him moan all the louder.
Bobbi didn't know why, but for the first time she was fully cognizant of everything she was doing with Henry. She wasn't automatically reacting, but was doing it with feeling, enjoying every second of it. Her tongue ran up and down the length of his hard c**k as if it were a peppermint stick, then trailed over his balls as if they were chocolate easter eggs covered with ice cream. Then her tongue returned up the shimmering stalk to the lavender head, making it shine with her spit.
Although Bobbi
