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"So, who's stopping you?" replied Pat impishly, though she didn't relinquish her grip. The touch of Melissa's pink tongue on his cock was electric, as Monk stared down at the young woman extending her tongue and flicking it across the head of his shaft, while Pat continued to slide her hand up and down. Pat's other hand reached out and began to caress Melissa's supple thigh, which was firmly pressed against her, causing her young assistant to open her legs slightly to encourage the hand to wander further. "Why you horny little slut!" Pat exclaimed at this reaction, as her fingers crept forward and brushed against Melissa's slit, already wet with her love juices. Melissa just grinned but said nothing. Her tongue was busy bathing Monk's dick, licking up and down and all around it, cleaning the salty drop at its head off of it. Her moist tongue slid across both Monk's swollen shaft as well as Pat's busy hand. Monk's erection grew slick with her saliva, permitting Pat's fingers to slide more easily along his length and work their magic.
Monk gasped in delight as Melissa, her tongue reaching the apex of his cock, opened her mouth wider and leaned slightly forward, taking him into her mouth and slowly slithering down on his prick. His hands reached out involuntarily, caressed her long, black tresses which were unfolded over his groin. "Oh yeah, baby," he murmured. "That feels so good...so good. God, Pat, Melissa's got a great little mouth!"