Chapter 8 A Son's Gift III

• His wet tongue ravaged her pussy, licking it like it was an ice cream and then sucking on her clit like it was a lollipop. Erica grabbed at his head frantically, groaning, screaming and jerking her waist in response to his mindblowing tongue action. She was going to burst in his face, but she didn't want that just yet.
• "Fuck me, Jack, fuck me," she ordered breathlessly as she pulled his face off her pussy.
• Forever the obedient young man, Jack crawled up her sweating figure, sending sparks and tingles all over her body. By the time he had his strong muscular arms wrapped around her body, she was already kissing him like she was starving for his lips.