Chương 42: Chapter 42: Comrades, Part 11

James

She gazes at me blankly, then as I reposition myself beside her yawning pussy, gapes. Tilting my glass, I trickle the fine red wine over her clit, letting it seep through her soft, wet folds….

…. and she shrieks….

The wine is not chilled, but against her heated flesh, it probably feels very cold indeed. She howls and struggles, but of course, is going no-where. I can take my time enjoying her. Dipping my head, I tongue lightly at her clit, which tastes smoky-salty-sweet.

“That gives a new meaning to coq-au-vin,” comments Michael.

“The coq part will be delivered in due course….”

… And I fasten my mouth over her sex, tonguing her out and licking up the mix of wine and juices that coats her skin while she sings and yammers her ecstatic protest.

Her clit is hard and erect; hardly surprising really, and I take a few moments to continue the winding circles that Michael started, this time using my tongue, all the time enjoying her….

… her what….?