"The gentle breeze that flushed in, spiced the elation they had inspired and to make the moment last, he went down with his tongue, spreading the soft pulps of her labia with both thumbs and fiddling with his tongue, over the soft moist pulp of her pussy. She spread both legs apart, feeding him with the sweet slimy nectar that oozed gradually from her little paradise pussy, and at climax, she started speaking in tongues.
'Boo! Fuck my pussy c'mon,' she kept moaning and swirling her butts to the rhythm of his twiddling tongue. It was his unique strategy, to make the difference; from all the men she had been with before him. When the time was right, he readied his shaft with one hand and then speared through the tight hole that clenched against his fat rod as it slipped gently inside her pussy. Her breathing stopped for a moment, eyes closed and mouth open, she let out soft moans of excitement. She was out of control and the more he wriggled, the sweeter it got. 'Fuck me babe,' she cried out, pressing both legs against his butts for him to remain inside.
'Your pussy tastes so good baby,' Willard exclaimed.
'Oh yeah! Ooo!' She grumbled, supporting the jabs from beneath and clawing his chest as he fucked the hell out of her pussy. He hopped out all of a sudden and went feral with the doggy style. shooting his shaft from the back, he rod from behind until she was out of air, out of real words that made any sense. It was hard to tell when they could stop as the moment kept inspiring them to kill the orgasm and maintain the pace. He was smart and cautious, just the way she wanted it and at the interval when they could bear the anxiety no more, she whooped in agitation, twiddling a hand over her clitoris and sending the other hand to grab his balls such that they both came out at the same time."
The Co2boy's Role Model -- Debbie Gordon
P.S. Spelling, grammatical, and nonsensical errors are that of the author, not Uncle Walter