Calista saw. The blonde sat half-up, trying for a better look at his c**k. Sparr pushed her back.
"Soon," he said, before bending again to his work. He dedicated himself to her pleasure. With one hand on each thigh, Sparr urged Calista to open herself to him. He worked his tongue as far into her slit as possible, then withdrew, licking up. With care, he formed a small O with his lips and closed them around her c**t. Sparr applied suction, drawing her most delicate flesh just past his lips, held on for a moment, then eased.
"Oh, Alain," Calista sighed. She threw one arm back, the other across her body to tug on a breast.
Sparr sucked, licked, and teased Calista's slick p***y. By now the blonde's gyrating hips had created a depression in the sand, just the other side of the towel. Her bre
