With my mouth pressed against Tina, my tongue moved up and down in some very wet and soft area. I moved down towards where I remembered the pink color and could feel Tina's wetness entering my mouth, mingling with my own saliva.
As I pushed my tongue inward, it felt like she was about to squeeze my finger off. I moved towards where I believed her pus$y to be, keeping my tongue moving. She was moaning now above me, just saying my name and syllables that did not make any sense.
My tongue never stopped. If I could make her feel like this all the time, I never want to stop. Tina's legs began clinching around my head, pressing inward and then releasing “Oh my god, I loved it” I whispered against her wet opening and I suddenly remembered her cl!t. It was somewhere towards the top, I knew, so I
