Elizabeth smiled and gripped the edge of the kitchen table, her long black nails digging into the varnish.

“I really mu….uh..oooh.” Her head flung back, her black hair tumbled down over her milky smooth shoulders. She could hear and feel his hot ragged breath as he hungrily lapped up her juices.

His long thick tongue slowly teased the nub of her clit, sending small shivers of pleasure over her body. Her hands trailed over the path of goosebumps to her breasts, nails teasing round the already erect nipples that were pushing to be freed against the sheer material of her bra.

Once more he pushed his tongue into her hot, wet sex, drinking her like crazy. He could feel her juices running down his chin and onto the pine table below. Her shudders became more violent and he knew she was close.

“Get on your knees!” he ordered. Elizabeth obeyed and climbed onto her knees on the table. She felt the hotness of his cock rubbing against her cleft. As it slowly pushed apart the folds and entered her, she instinctively arched her back pushing back onto his cock.

She let loose a little moan that was accompanied by his own. Perfect unison.

She lifted her buttocks so he could slide in deeper, and felt him pound into her, his sharp nails digging into her thighs as he held on. Her movements were echoed in his breathless sigh and speeding up of his thrusts.

She flung her head back, her black, glossy curls caressing the skin; his strong hand moving up to wrap the hair around his fingers and pull her head back as his balls smacked with a slapping sound against her legs.

She felt his other hands snake round to finish off where his tongue had started. She began to buck back onto him. He felt her tunnel tighten around him making him lose control and he pumped hot semen into her already soaking pussy.

Her moans and musky scent filled the kitchen, and she shuddered to a stop just as the kettle on the cooker began to whistle its boiling point. As he pulled out she collapsed on the table.

“Tea or coffee, Liz?” he asked breathlessly.

“Coffee.” between breaths “Black, please Phil.”