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"Oh, fuck, yes, there--" she had spread herself open with her own fingers, at first, showing her pussy when Pentious had hesitated, and Cherri had half wondered if she was going to have to teach him how to eat cunt... but either Pentious has done so before or he is a fucking *genius* at this as well, because past his initial (shock? surprise? gratitude?) whateverness, he pressed her thighs apart, rubbed his face against the skin of her inner thighs, and the he pressed forward, his whole face against her cunt, sucking at her clit and that fucking *long* tongue of his redefining what 'eating out' means for her. "Fuck, that's good, you're doing so good, fuck, good boy, keep just like that--"
Pentious makes a sound-- whimper or moan or both and Cherri feels the way he *trembles*, makes that keening, needy sound again, his hands tight against her thighs and fuck she hopes even in fucking heaven it *bruises* so she feels the imprint of his fingers on her thighs when she walks, and Pentious tongue presses deeper inside and fuck, it ain't going to take much for her to go, ain't it? "Fuck, shit, gimme two fingers, push them with your tongue, just-- FUCK, so good, there! You're doing so good, don't stop, fuck, fuck, fuck!" she laughs, breathless, when Pentious makes that keening sound again, and Cherri can feel herself getting closer, moaning as Pentius fucks her with tongue and fingers and she comes all over his face, bucking against it, collapsing to the mattress as he gasps.
When she can look at him he's still nuzzling her thighs, and she's about to offer to blow him because after an orgasm *that good* it's the least she can fucking do... but when she looks down his cocks are a spent, milky mess against his sheath, all from... either eating her out or her calling him a good boy, and either of those means that they're about to have a HELL of a good time.