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her.  Her cum coated his hand as he continued stroking her through the long ride.
                  Collapsing back onto the bed, Justine felt Roland descend down her chest, licking sweat and musk from her stomach as he went lower and lower, her hands stroking his hair as he went.                The scent of Justine ’s sex permeated Roland’s senses.  Grasping the backs of her thighs, Roland raised her legs, pushing them nearly to her chest.
                  His mouth kissed across her blonde curls moving into the valley between thigh and cunny. 
                  Justine shivered, her skin twitching as he licked up her inner thigh, his tongue hot on her skin.  Moving from thigh to thigh, Roland brushed across the pink folds guarding her pussy, avoiding her sensitive clit, he tasted the sweet honey seeping from her.
                  His cock bobbed wildly between his thighs as he squatted at the edge of the bed like a snake seeking a burrow in which to hide.
                  Justine ’s hands on his head tried to force him to center on her cunny.  Weak from her orgasm and the earlier events of the day, Roland easily fought off her attempt wanting to taste her, lick her, tease her more and more.
                  “Please…please…please…” Justine chanted softly as Roland’s mouth licked and sucked the moist skin of her thighs.  His tongue traced the outline of her cunny in slow circles; up and down and around he licked and sucked, lapping at the nectar coming from her virginal opening.
                  Roland teased and suckled her for a long, long time, driving her to excruciating need as he came oh so close to her throbbing button, only to shy away at the last moment.
                  The tension in her belly and thighs threatened to overwhelm her as her desire built.  One hand went to her breast, grasping hard at the pink nipple, tugging it over and over.
                  Using his tongue, Roland licked upward between the slick, swollen labia.  This time he allowed his tongue to brush against her clit.
                  Justine jumped, her hand shoving against the back of his head.
                  Roland moved down, licking her again in a slow stroke.  As his tongue passed over her slit, he stabbed out, shoving his tongue into her wet hole .
                  “Ohhh!” Justine choked, her hips thrusting up as he withdrew his tongue, continu ing upward to her clit.  “Aggh!”  Justine grunted.
                  When Roland moved away from her clit, Justine grunted in disappointment, her head flopping back onto the bed. 
                  Relenting, Roland lowered his mouth fully over her sensitive nubbin in a deep kiss.  His right hand left her thigh.
                  His tongue dre w slow circles around her clit as his fingers rubbed up and down her labia.
                  “Yes…yes…yes…oh…yes…”
                  Using two fingers, Roland slowly penetrated the wet folds and pressed past the tight ring of muscle.  Slowly he began sawing in and out going only an inch deep into her passage as his tongue ran circles around her pulsating button.
                  Justine ’s head rolled side to side, her eyes clenched tight, her hair whipping back and forth as Roland tortured her with his fingers, his tongue.
                  The muscles in her belly, her thighs spasmed in sharp, quivering jolts as the sensations coursed through her.  She felt an orgasm welling from her toes as Roland relentlessly assaulted her nubile body.
                  Up her legs it ran, her calves taught, her knees weakened as she held her legs spread wide.  She couldn’t control the trembling, her body running out of control as Roland’s fingers dipped again and again into her most