Chapter 302

• Over the next minutes, as she more and more frantically shifted Michael's ravaging mouth from tortured boob to boob, her demands became, for Michael's ears, a lust-charged love song of whimpers and cries and panted barely comprehensible words. At first, one, then two of his fingers had sunk deep into Lisa's tight but hot-slippery cunt, for an in-and-out and a bending and twisting exploration of her cunt's most nervy spots.
• Eventually, with fevering fingers clawing his hair, Lisa began to push his face down her midriff. When his tongue sunk twirling into her navel her body heaved up with a moan. It turned into a cry moments later when her hands had forced his mouth into her golden bush, and his teeth closed over her mons.
• It was clear that Lisa wanted now her pussy eaten like her tits but Michael wanted to make her wait. Pulling out of her grip, he kissed his way up again, over her heaving navel and bite-marked tits, to her lips to whisper: