It was summer and the square top was cut Teens for comfort in the July heat. My lips, surrounded by her vulva, were embracing the soft petals within. An inch or so around. Perspiration glowed on her shiny forehead and her skin felt damp from the exertion. A few tendrils brushed against her neck as she tied the halter style top. Within seconds, a torrent of love juice flowed over my chin and down onto the bedspread. And then she felt his hands gently grip her upper arms, raising her up, first to her knees, then to her feet, and guiding her in trembling steps across the room. Each one stretching her, making her gasp and moan with the sensation of filling, each one pushing the one inside her before it even deeper, until she felt herself full to bursting. Thoughtlessly, her mouth opened, a simple surrender, and she felt the hot pillar of his most private flesh pass between her lips and stroke slowly against her tongue, moving into her accepting mouth, filling her there as well. Just enough to cause her to gasp as it's widest rim violated her opening, before it slipped snuggly into her sex.