The Wild

Anita pressed her pussy against the glass table and pulled her shirt over her head. Her second lips left a sticky snot trail and Free saw this as an invitation to taste it. He lapped up the slime with his lips, his dick getter harder with every swallow. Anita felt the glass under her warming. She couldn’t help but attempt to mimic his tongue with her hips. Frees bulge throbbed against the glass dripping and thumping with her in perfect harmony.
Anitas pussy creamed at the rhythm. She opened her legs and bloomed. Free sucked the sweet cream straight from the blossom. Right before him sat the fastest clit he’d ever seen. Anitas clit stood 4 inches erect. Free wanted to take all of her in his mouth but he knew her body craved something different.
“You ok with me sucking your feet” Free signed.
“I’ve never tried that before but I’m down.” Anita signed
Free smirked and went to work on her toes.
In between each toe Free imagined oysters that needed to be slurped out. He wiggled and sucked on each of Anitas toes. Anita gasped for breath.
“I think I need to pee this feels so good.” she signed
Free shook his head. “Its waterproof. Let it out. Feel it, relax babe. Enjoy this.... wet me up.”
Anita came at his permission. Free saying to “wet him up” made the deepest part of her pussy swell open and burst. She prayed Free didn’t notice her cumming. She didn’t want him to stop. This all felt too good. She wondered how long her pussy had to drool for him to drink..
Free wasn’t going to stop though. He had no plans too.
“Not until she begged” he thought.
Free felt Anita shutter and he wanted more. He ran his tongue down the sole of her foot. From this angle her clit throbbed to be touched.