Marti lay there, watching as her lover mashed the mango pulp in his hands and the juice dribble through his fingers to land on her belly. The sweet fragrance wafted to her nostrils and she inhaled sharply.  She could almost taste the fruity pulp, and her mouth watered.  She licked her lips, with sweet anticipation as she watched his handsome face.<br/><br/>He was intent, as he cupped her sex in his hand, and she felt the soft juicy mango fruit pulp melt into her own soft flesh.  The feeling of the mango juice dribble over her sensitive skin, made her smile, for she could imagine his tongue follow that same path, shortly.  How she wanted to feel the softness of his tongue and lips slide over her fleshy lips, eating both fruits.<br/><br/>She felt his fingers insert a small amount of the pulp into her already wet pussy, and her eyes closed as she visualized him eating the sweet core of her womanhood.  Moaning softly, she could hardly stand much more of this.  Her body was humming, she was so turned on, so hot, so needy.<br/><br/>Watching as he smeared more of the sweet pulp over his swollen, hardened manhood, she licked her lips absently, not even realizing she had done so.  Her mouth watered again, not only at the thought of the taste of that sweet, ripe tropical fruit, but also of the serving piece it would be presented to her on!  There was no doubt, her lips twitched at the thought of the sweet meal, and she longed to take the pulpy fruit and his cock into her mouth.  She wanted nothing more than to taste the duet of flavors he would give to her shortly.  The sweet juicy taste of the mango pulp, and the salty taste of his cock.  Her mouth longed to engulf the textures that would undoubtedly be in great contrast.  Sweet with salty, soft with hard.<br/><br/>"Oh, Jeremiah, please..."  was the only thing she could utter.