Don't Stop, It Feels Too Good.

"No more, Lucas," Jen moaned, but her fingers raked through his hair in encouragement. She was approaching her fourth orgasm. He did not even give her a chance to breathe in between, so she became more sensitive with each orgasm she experienced.

Lucas was holding her thighs apart and had his head buried between them. He remembered how he had almost succumbed to her for the third time in the living room as he had gotten carried away by her charms once more and had forgotten about the wine bottle he had been holding.

He had finished the wine in one go and carried her to the bedroom in one go. Jen was only able to flounder around while giggling as she tried to find her sense of balance from the sudden feeling of weightlessness.

When they got to the bedroom, Jen was tossed on the bed and without even the opportunity to compose herself, Lucas buried his head between her legs. She came almost immediately after his tongue made contact with her wet folds.