With his face so deeply delving into the lush core of her loins he could only imagine what reaction she had to his presentation of his cock smeared with the delightful pulp.  His tongue swept across her mound like a wild fire upon the prairie, and he delighted in each and every taunting lick.  As he mound became slick with his spittle and less of the fruit, he grasped it and again coated it with the fresh fruit to further his, and her, enjoyments.  His tongue traced across the very edges of the now puffy petals of her flower and groaned at the sinful flavors of the combined juices of the mango and her own seeping nectars.<br/><br/>She had not yet taken advantage of his presentation and the fruity pulp would soon glaze into a hardened coat, so again grasped and coated his cock with it and moaned out his desire “Marti…take my swollen prize, enjoy the flavors as I am yours….” and allowed his words to trail into the echo of time as he returned to his joyous task of getting her to find glorious climax yet again in the tender time of playful sensual love making.<br/><br/>He kept stroking his cock up and back with the slick sugary pulp until…<br/>