Xavier's hands were rough and firm on their thighs as he nestled into position and eagerly went after their wet young pussy.  He looked up as they spoke, his lips glistening with their arousal but he did listen to what they had to say.  He did just what they said, slowing down, extending his tongue, gently probing the very tip into her opening then curling his tongue upward and pulling it slowly and more gently upward along her lips, his eyes focused on theirs as he gradually made his way up to their clit.  He dwelled there a moment, lingering along the hood a moment.  He pulled his tongue back into his mouth, tasting them once more before returning to their orifice and beginning again.  He shifted his body a little and his left hand reached up to caress their right tit.  He kept his groping gentle, kneading the soft flesh of their tits then twisting the nipple slowly and gently.  He went a bit to the other extreme, treating them as if they were made of sugar and might break, though very sweet.<br/><br/>His breath was warm on their nether lips as he positioned himself once more, slowly being rewarded with the visual pleasure of seeing their lips begin to open like a flower, blossoming under his slower and more gentle touch.  "How is that?"  He asked, a grown man speaking to them as if they were his teacher, which was the role he had accepted.  He feed more of his tongue into them, twirling slightly at their opening before another lick upward with more of his tongue.  Always stroking upward, but beginning to speed up, developing a rhythm like the dog she mentioned, lapping at her folds even as her hand were in his hair.  God he wanted to fuck her, not them but her, it was just a thought though it likely showed in his eyes but no further, at least not yet.  But the temptation was there, his cock oozed more, making a mess of his pants and underwear.  But he only used his tongue on their pussy, his hand switched to their left breast now.<br/><br/>As he tasted her flowing more freely now, he poked their clit with the tip of his tongue, as if he were fencing with the now swollen nub.  He was following their instructions like a road map and as he recalled his lips now enveloped their clit and he sucked on it, kissing it gently like a lover.  He rocked his head a little, rubbing his lips along their clit before sucking more firmly and then using his tongue to massage it.  But then, like a kid licking a melting ice cream, he again lapped at her juices several times.  He kept his passion in check but not easily, it helped that he was wedged under the dash and between her thighs, he couldn't get up easily if he wanted to, and certainly not quickly.  But then he went back to their clit for a while, then back to licking, and despite his back and legs beginning to cramp, he didn't stop until they told him to and he never got faster than the friendly dog stage.