...Julian kissed the woman’s pink rosebud, then sucked it once, as a test.

“Oooh!” she exclaimed.

He grinned and did it again.

“Ahh, yes…” she whispered.

Encouraged by her sounds of pleasure, he bent her knee and draped her left leg over his shoulder. Now she was fully exposed to him.

He ran his finger along the edge of her pussy lips and felt slickness there. Even though she was nervous, her body was aroused. He swirled her tender bud with his tongue, making her gasp. He kept going, sucking and licking her tender spot.

Every so often she let out a tiny cry, and her breathing grew rapid. Had anyone ever pleasured her? Had she ever been licked before?

After a few minutes, she began rocking forward. Good. Her body knew what it wanted. He trailed his fingers across her wet snatch. She didn’t protest, so he eased a finger into her.

“Oh!” she cried out. He licked her faster, sucking on her bud as he wiggled his finger inside her. She opened her legs wider and he probed her, not daring to rush. If he did the wrong thing now, she might bolt from the room.

Julian pushed his two fingers up into her, then pulled them back. He wanted her to get a feel for what was to come—if they ever got that far.

She clutched his shoulders as her hips rose to meet his. She was close, so close. He kept going. He wanted nothing but to hear her squeal of delight as she popped.

Her cries grew louder, until finally her body twitched and shuddered above him. “Oh-oh-oh! Yes, yes…”

He kept with her, finger-fucking and licking her until she stopped quivering.

She let out a deep sigh and he withdrew his fingers. A few seconds later, she opened her eyes and looked at him.

He smiled and lay back on the carpet. The woman’s blue eyes widened behind her mask. What must his prick look like to her? A fat purple-red snake? Would she be brave enough to climb on?

He gestured at his penis and held his breath, waiting for her to decide. She knelt on the carpet next to him. Had she ever seen a man’s privates up close?

The young woman reached out and touched his piece. He held his breath as she felt the length and width of him, then gave him a light squeeze. Would she know what to do?

She hesitated for a moment, then positioned her legs on either side of his waist. He brought his rod up to the edge of her opening. She closed her eyes and slowly lowered herself onto him.

She tensed as he entered her. After what seemed like an hour, she breathed out and slid down the rest of the way.

He held still, afraid if he moved the slightest bit, he’d ruin everything.

The woman kept her eyes closed as she humped him one inch at a time. She whimpered softly each time she came down. Was she in pain, or was this her way of showing she liked it?

Several minutes later, she opened her eyes and flashed him a slight smile. He felt brave, so he reached up and cupped her breasts, tweaking her nipples as she screwed him.

“Ooh!” She squirmed as she came down on him all the way. Yes, she was enjoying it, but would she climax?

He watched her breasts jiggle as she rode him. Before he knew it, she increased the pace as her body took what it craved. She bounced harder, drilling his member into her as she squealed.

“Oh, yes! Ah, ah, ahh!” Her mouth opened wide, stretched into an O shape as she thrashed above him.

As her orgasm faded, she dropped forward onto his chest, sobbing.

“Thank you, thank you,” she whispered.