She straddles your face
From Torg Adventure
While you gasp to recover your breath, you watch Cathy rise up with a sly grin and crawl over your body. You enjoy seeing her tits wobble like ripe fruit before you. She keeps getting higher on your chest, until you realize she's going to sit on your face. You smile and chuckle.
"You seem happy, Lover Boy. That was only the second time someone's done that, and little Tommy Turner in Ninth Grade didn't make me cum when he took my cherry. I might have to re-evaluate sex with men," she says with purr. She now covers your mouth with her pussy, and you can smell her musky scent as well as the brackish odor of your own cum. "This more how I'm used to cumming. Now, taste your swimmers, Sweetie."
You lick her lower lips vigorously, using wide swathes of your tongue. You can taste your slick, salty jism. Then you point the tip and flick it quickly near her clit. The sexy R.A. gyrates her hips and moans. You look up and see her playing with her nipples, rolling and pinching them with her eyes closed. You resume the wide flat strokes for many seconds, only to flick again right next to her clit. With a low moan, she says seductively, "Oh, yes. Oh, you're good. Mmmm." More lapping at her lips makes her groan louder. You start humming as you stroke her. Cathy gasps above you.
What next?
