Thrills of pleasure were coursing through the waitress body from where his tongue went. The wet pleasurer started up one of her outer lips and slowly proceeded all the way to her Mount of Venus. He stopped there briefly and raised his head. The lady saw his face, smeared with her juices but said nothing, nor did Derrick say or do anything but move his face back down to her crotch, lick off the fresh juices and start up her other outer lip.

He treated this one the same way, slowly and caressing her soft, puffy skin with his tongue. Her body was writhing and her head, eyes closed in...