All I can think, with my face buried between Cilla’s perfect thighs, while I drag my tongue up her slick slit and find her clit, is that if I died right now, I’d be a happy man. I still have to claim her of course, but I’m already in heaven.

“Anthony…” Her breath is soft and labored as I flatten my tongue on her little pleasure button. The scent of her pussy has me going crazy, and her taste has me feeling wild. My cock is a hot bar of desire ready to stretch her tight, untouched walls and make them mine.

But first I’m going to make her come....