James
I move deliberately slowly, letting her see where I am heading, letting anticipation work its magic. Even before I lap at her p***y lips, her head is flinging back, pressing hard against Michael's chest. His eyes and smile serene, he holds her carefully, supporting her in the water; allowing her to enjoy the pool experience without any risk of her face dropping below the surface.
As I draw my tongue through her folds she's oddly tasteless. Normally I enjoy the citrussy tang of her juices. Right now, all I can taste is a touch of chlorine. Nonetheless, her p***y and folds are warm against my lips and tongue, swelling rapidly; and Charlotte is wriggling and writhing in Michael's grasp, her weight shifting over my shoulders with the movement.
She not just reacting to me, but bucking
