Careful not to choke herself on my d**k as she did so, Carla lifted first one knee, then the other to let the garment slide free. As the second leg was lifted to shed its currently unwanted fetter, I realized that it could just as easily come back down on the other side of my head...
With a tug, I dragged her leg over my head, and now she was kneeling over me, giving me a view straight up to her utterly shaven p***y. It was smooth as silk, and the slit glistened with gooey goodness. I kissed the inside of her thigh hungrily.
Below, I felt my c**k slowly being drawn out of Carla's throat, its progress smooth, deliberate, and uninterrupted except for a tiny hiccup when I assume my head bumped over the entrance to her windpipe. There was a lot to remove, but when I was free, Carla gasped ha
