Her body would always betray her of course. The wetness that greeted his tongue was testament that she liked the way he was treating her. He plunged his tongue against her opening several times, getting her nice and wet. Then he sucked on her clit, focusing his tongue on that sensitive little nub for a few long moments.<br/><br/>One hand left her body for a few moments, the soft clink of metal suggesting he might be loosening his pants. Then his mouth drifted upwards - but not too far. He spread her ass cheeks again and plunged his tongue against her puckered rear passage. Nothing - or almost nothing - was off limits for him. He even wondered if she had ever taking a dick there before.<br/><br/>He worked his tongue along that little rosebud, several times around, even prodding it with the tip of his tongue. Then he stood up tall behind her. He leaned forward. "True...but the night is still young. I am sure we can find a third strike for you."<br/><br/>She'd have brief moment to feel the head of his cock as he rubbed it against her slit before he thrust into her. And it'd be yet another surprise for her this night - Paul was hung!<br/><br/>He thrust repeatedly into her wet pussy, stretching her wider and wider with each thrust. Bareback. About halfway in, her tightness gripped enough of his shaft to force its head from it sheath, spearing deeper and deeper into her. All said and told, he had nearly 10 inches of cock pressed into her.