Both of Anne's hands were in Caius's hair, holding on to him as she arched her back against the armrest she was resting against and used the leverage to thrust her pussy at him, urging him to move his exploration there.
But Caius took his time. He lapped her inner thighs clean, let his fingers revel in the feel of her supple ass cheeks before finally moving his head toward her center. With the hand he had stretched up to Anne's chest and was fondling one of her tits, Caius grabbed a nipple and pinched down on it causing Anne to cry out as she experienced a minor orgasm.
Her inner muscles were clamping down around nothing when she felt Caius's tongue lick across her pussy lips. She jumped at the touch and groaned while twisting her fingers in his hair and using her grip to pull him even closer.
