As George joined her and they found the jigsaw of their bodies curling to connect, Beth felt strangely softened, almost weak and no longer so tense and charged with the electricity of their joining. Her hands had permission now to roam, her mouth to savour and enjoy. The first taste of him had her husky moans already begin, as she softly suckled his tip to excite her taste buds even further.<br/><br/>Beth let her mouth react to every caress of Georges tongue and fingers so his actions were mirrored on his cock, her mouth playing and coaxing, deepening and drawing. There was as much pleasure in nuzzling and licking his balls, her fingers caressing the length of him as there was licking and sucking him deep into her. Although she loved the vulnerability of a man fucking her mouth, taking control, she loved just as much the dance she could enjoy where the game of sensation and drive were mixed and flickered endlessly around each other until the world faded.<br/><br/>Their audience seem to flicker in and out, with waves of intense heat when she felt Fred's and Vicki's attention and heard their own play beginning and growing, and then the undertows pulling her deep, drowning in sensations and her own journey with George. As she came her mouth pulled harder, expressing each peak with a deep, long, hungry journeys to the base of his cock, feeling him swell more in her mouth. As her head began to clear she concentrated on his final needs, her tongue pulsing along the side of him, his grunts and moans now louder than hers. If telepathy had been the language of sex George would have heard her words of encouragement, of demand, heated and raw to urge his final jerks and rush of seed into her mouth.<br/><br/>Beth carried on gently laving him with her tongue, sucking smoothly as they dwelled in the aftermath of their releases. Her clit still bounded and pulsed, so sensitive that she was already been driven on and she wondered if she wanted to move, to end what felt so right.