A Manual for Teachers of Primary Reading

She let it slide past her lips to rest on her tongue, and Tom groaned loudly. "Sandy, honey! You're going to have an early dinner if you aren't careful!" "I've wondered what it tastes like," she confessed. "None of the sex manuals I've read had anything to say about that." "You're either curious enough to find out, or you're not," Tom dared her. And she closed her moist, full lips over the shaft and began to bob her head slowly, letting the tip of the pulsing prick enter a little farther each time, until it touched the sensitive part of her throat. She speeded up the action, and Tom groaned and grunted with the delicious sensations she was creating. He became starved for the taste of her cunt, but he could not bring himself to disturb the action while he jockeyed them into position for sixty-nine. He contented himself with running his fingers through her wealth of mahogany satin tresses, tracing the shape of her moving head and caressing her ears and the back of her neck. She was whimpering around her mouthful of stiff cock as she became physically excited by what she was doing and the touch of Tom's hands. "God, Sandy!" he groaned. "You've just about got me off!" The thrills were multiplying, expanding, boiling up inside him. "Oh, suck it, honey! I'm coming!" She felt the first hot jet hit the back of her throat, cling there, almost choking her before she could swallow it out of the way ...»