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Pat considered for a moment. "I think what I'd like to do, sweet 'Lissa--if it's all right with you--is dine on your delectable little cunt, while I feel that nice hard cock slamming into me from behind. Is that OK with both of you?" Monk nodded his head so vigorously that both Pat and Melissa giggled. Melissa nodded her agreement as well. "You know that I always love it when you eat me, lover," she sighed. "I've been dying to feel your mouth on my pussy ever since I got here." "Well then," replied Pat, "What are we waiting for? If you don't start fucking me with that monster in the next two minutes," she said to Monk, "I'm going to scream!" "I know you, my little bronze slut!" laughed Monk as they shifted around on Pat's bed. "I think that you'll scream IF I fuck you!"
"Yeah," replied Melissa, as she lay on her back and opened her thighs wide. "But you won't be able to hear the screams, 'cause they'll be muffled by my muff!" Pat placed her hands on the soft insides of Melissa's thighs, bringing her face close to her lovely assistant's dripping slit. She never tired of looking at Melissa's pretty pussy, sweet inner lips dewy with desire, honey flowing from her moist hole, topped by her trimmed black thatch. Pat inhaled deeply, drunk on the intoxicating aroma, before closing the distance and flicking out with her highly skilled tongue. It touched the young woman's cunt at the bottom of her fuckhole, then slowly lapped upwards, between the twin labial lips, tasting the honeyed juices before finishing its upward journey at Melissa's clit. Melissa gasped and jerked on the bed, involuntarily, as if receiving an electrical shock as the exquisite sensations were transmitted to her brain. Her hands reached out, caressed the bronze woman's head lovingly between her thighs, encouraging her to use her mouth and tongue to get her off.