Why I love visiting Anita? - part II.

I hit the bathroom one night and caught Anita bent over, her pants and panties down at her ankles, spreading her cheeks so I got a full view of her shaved pussy and tight ass. I knelt right there, buried my tongue between her lips, and she moaned. My finger teased her asshole in lazy circles. From the hallway you could hear every wet slurp as I sucked on her pussy while she rubbed her clit, fingering herself with two fingers, her juices shining on my chin. Her breath got ragged. When she rocked forward she showed off her tight pussy entrance and I licked and nibbled right on it, getting her wetter. With my other hand I jerked my cock slow, head swollen, balls heavy. She glanced back with that cocky little grin and slid two fingers into her ass, stretching it for me while I swallowed her sweet taste. After a while she turned around, leaned back against the sink, lifted one leg, and let my mouth ride the pulse of her clit until her thighs shook, pussy dripping down my throat while her fingers worked her hole and her knuckles brushed my cheek every thrust.