Jason Canum - The starlet_s sucking lips

"That's it! That's it!" answered Rachel in a renewed bunt of impassioned lust. "Lick my clit, baby. Lick it good. Jam your tongue against it… hard… harder! Harder!"

"Are you coming? Are you coming, Rachel?"

"Yes! Oh, God, yes! I'm coming! I'm coooommmming!"

"Don't stop… so am I! Ooooohhhhhh! Don't stop!"

Thighs wrapped tighter around heads, hands and fingers crept farther into deep cracks between ass-cheeks, nails dug deeply into soft, lusting flesh, thighs and pink cunts ran gooey with sweet juices as both bodies stiffened in the climb to the final peak.

Then the screen went black. Louie Pierce turned to Kit, a leering grin on his face and his hand frantically rubbing the massive bulge running along the front of his pants.

"Think you can do that good?" he said, nodding to the blank screen.

"Better," Kit replied. "That was real kit stuff compared to what I can do."

"Then… uh… how about a little audition?" Louie said, his eyes feasting hungrily on the front of her blouse.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Pierce," she said, standing and turning so that puffy outline of her pussy was practically in his face. "What about terms… you know, price?"

"We pay seven-fifty, a film," Louie replied, his mouth watering at her lush closeness.

"Oh, Mr. Pierce," Kit said, "I'm afraid that just won't."

"What?" His mind was hardly registering, he was so hot from the combination of what he had just seen on screen, and the musky scent arising from this incredibly luscious young girl.

"I get three thousand a film, Mr. Pierce," she said, shocking his attention back to her.

"Honey, we don't pay three thousand to anyone," he said.

"I'm worth it. Mr. Pierce…every penny of it."

She removed her blouse, giving him the full force and beauty of her flawless, naked fits. His skin rippled, tingling in waves as he reached out and cupped her wonderful golden jugs with their light freckles and massive dark-brown nipples.

"Jesus," he gasped, "beautiful tits… really beautiful tits."

"Go ahead," she said. "Suck! Put your lips on my tits and suck me. My breasts are sweet… very sweet."

Reverently he sucked first one sprouting nipple and then the other. His lips ran down over the domes of her marvelous knockers to her navel. As if she had mad his mind, she let her belly rock towards the caresses of his lips as he kissed her navel.

"Suck there, too," she said, arching her back and presenting the lushness of her belly to his wet tongue and lips.

"God," he mowed, "I'll bet you are good."

"Oh, I am, Mr. Pierce. I'm a good suck and a good fuck. Three thousand, Mr. Pierce… that's not much, really."

With a deep-throated moan, she rocked her pelvis towards him and began to undo her skin. His face followed the material downward until his chin was tickled by the soft, curly hair of her downy beaver.

Then she abruptly pulled back from his searching lips and began to rub her fingers in and out of her cunt and up and down her belly from her tits to her navel as she stood there in front of him and rocked herself back and forth and so quivered a little from the sensation of her own fingers as they moved softly across her own naked flesh.

He moaned in anticipation.

She kicked out of her skirt and threw her musky cunt wide open to his advance.

"Go ahead, Mr. Pierce," she cooed. "Try it out. Taste it… smell it… eat a little of it."

Pierce plunged his tongue into her musky gash. Almost immediately it seemed as though her hands were all over his body. His clothes, as if by magic, disappeared from his body. They were everywhere, tickling his back, fingering his cock, stirring him erotically in every way possible.

"You suck good, Mr. Pierce," she moaned. "Do you like it? Is my pussy good?"

"Oh… oh, shit," was all he could groan as her juice filled his mouth.

His tongue slithered through the hot, delicious slit of her writhing cunt. The tip circled around her throbbing clitoris.

Suddenly he realized that they had sunk to the soft carpet. They were lying in the aisle.

Kit was panting like a wild woman and rubbing her cunt all over his face. Again the warm mouth and tongue found her slit. Again he was sucking cunt and his hands were nabbing over tier belly, fits, thighs, and fleshy, firm buttocks. Her groans of passion spurred him on.

Louie felt her body building for an orgasm. He felt her tense, strain, wait, and then her cunt was exploding in a beautiful orgasm.

"Ohhh, God…my pussy, my come! Of my cunt! Suck the juice out of my cunt!"

He kept driving his tongue up her fuck-hole as she shuddered through her come. With each driving thrust, Kit's body would jerk and another groan of passion would erupt from her throat. Her legs came together over his head as her lithe body twisted round.

"What are you going to do?" he piped, barely able to get his breath. "Oh, my God."

She licked the end of his cock. "I'm going to suck your dick, Louie Pierce, and show you just how good an expensive fuck can be."

To his surprise, her tongue shot into his asshole. She laughed. It was muffled against his balls, and her tongue remained solid in his asshole, its tip darting here and there as it touched tender nerves and drove him to supreme bliss.

His tongue shot into her cunt, greedily licking at the honeyed juice. She thrust her pussy into him, opening her slit up completely to his hot tongue-fucking.

Her own tongue snaked out, made a fast swipe at his balls, then began to suck at the base of his cock. A thousand thrills shot through him. He jammed his cock deep into her throat and then pulled it out to its ring, her mouth loving his prick every inch of the way.

His hips began rising and falling slowly. Her wet lips pulled and sucked on his shaft, giving him a sensation of being encased by a warm, clasping cave. He drove his cock in her until his balls were almost in her mouth. He could feel her damp tongue shoot out and love his rocks.

Her tongue and lips massaged his knob, swinging his cock this way, then that. Her pussy hair was creamed with juice. Her cunt was open, red walls showing, and he saw the tip of her cit.

His mouth came down. He licked her beaver, her cunt-cum tasting soft and sweet, as he felt her mouth masterfully massaging the throbbing knob of his cock.

His tongue went into her slit, swallowing slowly to enjoy every bit of it. Finally, the last of her juice had been cleaned from her hole.

"God," he moaned, "you're wonderful… fantastic. Jesus, what a cunt. I want to fuck it. I want to stick my cock in your cunt and fuck it!"

She lifted her head off his cock for a second.

"Three thousand, Mr. Pierce. The fuck of your life." She swallowed his cock again.

Suddenly he stiffened, giving all his attention to her mouth on his cock. He was right on the point of coming.

Then her mouth was gone. She was gone. He was in agony. He looked up. She was putting her blouse on.

"What are you doing!" he yelled. "I was coming! I want to fuck you!"

"I told you, Mr. Pierce…" she said, buttoning the top button.

"All right, all right, dammit! You've got it!"

Her blouse was again off and her beautiful tits were naked to his touch.

"Oh, Jesus, I want your cunt," he panted. "Then take it," she said. "Fuck it. Fuck it good!"

He pressed himself down onto her soft, yielding flesh. She opened her legs and her mouth at the same time. Louie shoved his cock up her cunt and his tongue down her throat. She took them both eagerly.

Her pussy was as warm on his cock as he had thought it would be. The joy of being in such a pussy drove him wild. Her cunt was fantastic. She could clench and relax her pussy as if she were giving him a blow-job.

"Give it to me," she urged. "Fuck me with that hunk of meat!"