The only other live p***y that Tina had ever seen was Charlotte's, and it was a clamshell--even more closed-up and protective of the soft folds within than her own peach. Brenda's p***y was wide open--the dark, fleshy waves of her flower-petal labia in full view and shining with p***y-juice.
Tina lifted her head from the cushion, and slowly ran her tongue from one end of Brenda's p***y to the other, savoring not just the taste, but the warmth and even the strong smell of raw s*x as she inhaled deeply. She then opened her mouth and covered as much of the open slit as she could, giving Brenda's p***y a loving, sucking kiss that included wigging her tongue into her cunt-hole.
Brenda let out a low, pleasant mew and reached down to gently massage Tina's puffy pink n*****s between her thumbs a
