<span style="color: #FF80FF"> <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Lea Stevens</div></span></span> </span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/036e0d3a-b28c-47ec-b858-0eaea6c67e4d.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF80FF"><div style="text-align: center;">"Jazz"</div></span></span></span><br/>Lea, despite Carlos telling her to not panic, had panicked. She had not expected to suddenly be upside down and she had never really enjoyed being upside down. She held onto his legs out of fear but soon the fear faded as she began to realize that Carlos would not drop her.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><br/>"Spread your legs, honey....oh, and continue with what you have done before the gymnastic element...."</span>Carlos instructed. She did as he asked, though hesitantly. She felt his tongue dip between her folds and she gave a soft moan. While the blood rushing to her head wasn't exactly pleasant, Carlos' tongue was. She had enough of her mind left to pull Carlos dick back into her mouth. She sucked him as well as she could, but it was difficult to be consistent with the feeling of his tongue flicking across her clit and the dizziness from being upside down. Still, she did her best.<br/><br/>Her arms dangled down and she placed her palms flat against the floor, the heat in her womb beginning to build. She wanted to keep sucking Carlos' length, but she could not. She pulled away to take in air, moans leaving her lips as she tried to focus on something other than the fire that was building in her. His name left hers like a mantra, her heart pounding in her chest. She had half a mind to bring one hand up to stroke Carlos' length, though it was still very difficult.