Janet worked at his inflamed cockhead more purposefully, trying to harden him up again. She seemed to be wiggling her legs about in the bed… She pulled at his hips as she fellated him, and gradually he realized that she was trying to turn him over. Puzzled, but enslaved by her skillful head-giving, he complied and rolled over upon his side.
To his delight, Janet reversed herself and lay down before him, her mouth still wet and warm and willing at his crotch, her feet pointed toward the head of the bed. Her hot belly, fragrant with musky blonde curls, burned before his face. Hesitantly she raised her knee and let her sticky thighs come apart.
Groaning, Alan grabbed her by the hips and leaned forward to bury his face in her cunt—smelling her, tasting her! He pushed through slick tangles of
