Charles' tongue slid out to wet his lips, by now an instinctual reaction to the promise of getting another taste of Anne's delectable body. She was lithe and fair and, in her somehow elegant way, as wanton as any whore he'd ever met, and the combination made him burn.

Crouching down before her, Charles ducked his head beneath her skirt and took one long, slow lick of her pussy before beginning to lap at her quickly. After a minute or two of warming her up, he slid his hand up one creamy thigh to let his index finger tease at her entrance before slipping inside of her.