<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Angela w/ Timothy in his room</span></strong></sup><br/><br/>Angela shivers in delight as she feel the breath of Timothy's against her vulva.   His tongue flicking against the folds of her labia, splaying open those netherlips.    She clutch the sheets tightly in her fists.   For a long moments she savior the feeling coursing through her body, enjoying the sensation.<br/><br/>Then suddenly without breaking contact, like a whirling dervish.  Angela would spin around scissoring her legs over Timothy's head, as she went to on  her backside.   Her hands reach out and clasp tufts of Timothy's hair.  Fingers rake through it mussing.   While she responds back in response.<br/><br/><em>"Turn around,  flip over me so I may do likewise senor Timothy."</em><br/><br/>Her hands slip from his hair.  Going down to his shoulders.  She nudge him to spin around on her and on top.   Wanting him to go to a sixty nine position.   While she involuntarily thrusts up with her pelvis to grind against his tongue and mouth.