Rita began to giggle. Under the doona, with her mind on sexual pleasures, her hand played with Michael's resting cock. Pushing the doona aside she moved onto her knees, turning her backside towards Michael's face. Bending over the limp cock in her hand she murmured:

"I wonder if I could kiss and suck your cock into the same state as you could certainly do with my pussy: as foreplay to another wonderful fuck. Or have you enough of me already?"

Not waiting for an answer, Rita began to play the tip of her tongue over the opening of Michael's glans before her lips closed, at first shyly, over the cock's...