Her wanting sounds and moans were a chorus of erotic pleasure to him, as he continued on with this, getting more experimental as this time he dripped it over her breasts, doing the same thing while he circled his tongue over the nipples, sucking up the juice and delicious nectar with such delicate but passionate care. As he focused on the nipples now, he carried on even after the wetness was gone, hearing her plentiful gasps and hungry husky groans, begging for him to do more, but also very clearly loving what he did.  Finding her breasts just perfect, not overbearing and huge, but not pert and small, just perfect in there size, and enough to grip and hold.<br/><br/>Finally he would duck back down, between her legs, collecting more, but even now he was growing bored of this, wanting to taste her further, but for now, he reckoned if she allowed it he could do it at least three more times, his own member throbbing with it's own wetness.