The grip on his hair changed from commanding to caressing once he was kneeling between open legs. Hours researching: books, diagrams, porn... nothing compared.

His cock grew as he leaned in, inhaled.

Mouth-watering.

Arousal clung to pink folds, seeping from hidden depths as he was lured closer, the scent dizzying, demanding.

His tongue snuck out, sliding silkily through warm wetness and her flavour flooded his senses. A moan of appreciation echoed from above as he indulged his curiosity and feasted.

Fingers gripped again as she came, shuddering and spilling into his mouth. Dazed, he sat back, evaluated... grinned.

Again!